Short Story

By Kalpana Kumari In a small village between green hills and small streams, there lived a man named Rishi. His cottage stood at the edge of the fields, surrounded by plants he had been growing for years. He loved taking care of them- watering, pruning, talking to them as if they could listen. One morning, while clearing some dry leaves near the fence, he found a small seed lying there. It looked different; smooth, round, almost shining in the light. Something about it felt sp

By Kalpana Kumari I am at my aunt’s place, excited because we have gone there for a special reason- to adopt a dog. On our way back, we stop at the house where the puppies are. I look at their mother, a white Pomeranian, and at some distance, four or five puppies curled up together. I am too excited to touch them, but someone says, “Not now, this one is coming to your house,” pointing to the weakest and yellowish one among them. I do not know whether to feel happy or upset th

By Kalpana Kumari There was once a rabbit born to a loving mother. She cared for him deeply, but from the very beginning, she told him something that stuck in his heart, “You’re not quite the right shade of white, my dear.” Though she loved him, her words planted a doubt within him that never left. He was never “white enough” not perfect like other rabbits and that thought haunted him. So, day after day, he tried to paint himself white, again and again, desperately attempting

By Asha Jaisinghani चारो सहेलियां तमाम कयास लगाने के बाद जब किसी नतीजे नहीं पहुंच पाई तो निर्णय किया शाम को कालिंदी के घर जाकर बात करेगीं शाम को चारो को अपने घर देखकर कांलिंदी खुश और फिर मायुस हो जाती है  कालिंदी से बार - बार उदासी का कारण पूछने पर आखिर कालिंदी बताती है कि सामने वाले मेहरा अंकल रोज मुझे अजीब नज़रो से देखते है ,पर पिछले दो दिन से वो रोज रातको आकर बेल बजाते है जब सारी बिंल्डिग सो जाती है ,मुझे बहुत डर लगता है आंटी मुझे बेटी जैसा प्यार देती है इसलिए उनको कैसे कहू

By Asha Jaisinghani आज के दौर में हमने अपनी परेशानियों को दूर करने के लिए कितने तरीक़े ईजाद कर लिए हो ,।   पर फिर   भी हर बार किसी समस्या के समाधान के लिए   पर हर बार  "अहिंसा"ही बेहतर विकल्प के उबर कर सामने आती है ।इसिलिए जब "कड़े नियम ,कठोर सजा और भारी जुर्माने के बावजुद सड़कों पर जाम और एक्सीडेंट का ग्राफ बढ़ता जा रहा  है , तब गाँघीजी 2019 मे फिर अवतरित हुए हैं। हमें "जाम और एक्सीडेंट से मुक्ति दिलाने के लिए।  अजय -कथाकार  रोहन - अजय का दोस्त  रंजन और सिमी - अजय के पापा -मम्मी

By Asha Jaisinghani आँकडे़ बताते है 1,000 लड़को की तुलना में 98 लड़कियां कम पैदा हो रही हैं ।आने वाले समय में शादी की शर्तें लड़की और उसके घरवाले तय करेंगे । कल हमारा है (कहानी) मि बंसल - हसते हुए देखिए मि. शर्मा मेरा बेटा मेरा बिजनेस बखूबी संभाल रहा है ,कोई कमी नहीं है ।आप तो बखुबी जानते होगे रिती -रिवाज आपने भी अपने सुपुत्र का विवाह भी धुमधाम से किया था (भई उड़ती उड़ती खबर सुनी है हमने ,वो भी 5 साल पहले )इन  सालों  में  तौबा तौबा मंहगाई आसमान छू रही है  ।आदमी कँहा तक नजरअंदाज कर

By Asha Jaisinghani डॉक्टर -बाई (चन्दा से)मैंने। तुम्हें कितनी दफा कहा है कि तेरे बेटे (संतोष को इलाज की नही परहेज़ की जरूरत है ध्यान रखों कि इसके आस-पास गंदगी ना हो , धूल -मिट्टी ना हो इसको एलर्जी है और एलर्जी  का बचाव ही इलाज है। चंदा - साब आप तो जानते  ही हो हम कँहा रहते है ,घर में तो मैं सफाई का पूरा ध्यान रखती हूँ ,मगर उस नासपिटे (ठेकेदार)का क्या क्ँरू जो गाडिय़ां भर-भर के हमारी गली मे कचरे का ढेर लगा जाता है ।मखि्खयाँ ,मच्छर और बदबू के मारे जीना मुश्किल है ,मजबूर है (हाथ

By Asha Jaisinghani रजिया बाजार से सब्जी का थैला लेकर लौट रही थी और काफी थकी हुई लग रही थी  दो सैनिकों की नजर  पड़ती है वो दौड़कर आतें है ।(एक हिन्दू है) थैला लेते हुए ,लगता है आपकी तबीयत खराब है किसी को साथ लेकर निकलना था ,रजिया मेरा एक बेटा स्कूल गया हुआ है और एक नौकरी पर और सामान खत्म हो गया था इसलिए निकल पड़ी ,सैनिक लाइए  मै लेकर चलता हूँ। रजिया सैनिक से  तुम रातभर पहरा देते हो हमको तुम्हारी खिदमत करनी चाहिए ना कि तुम्हें जाति काम करायें ।थके हुए तो तुम हो ।तीनों मुस्कुराते

By Asha Jaisinghani दो  यूनिवर्सिटी के बीच sports event चल रहा है दोनों तरफ से हुंटिंग चल रही है कैरम और टैनिंस में जय युनिवर्सिटी ने बाजी मारी और लेकिन कब्बड्डी और चैस  में मधुर यूनिवर्सिटी ने फतह हासिल की दोनो तरफ फुल एक्साइटमेंट आज बास्केटबॉल का मुकाबला  दोनों के पास "लीड का चांस है हांल में जब  रोहन अनुभव को देखता है कि सब warmup  कर रहे थे  और अनुभव  सीधे प्रक्टिस कर रहा था तब रोहन  आकर अनुभव से कहता है  brother कम से कम अपने नाम की तो इज्ज़त रख लें। सब warmup कर   रहे है

By Harigandha Singh Everyone in town knew about Mr. Viren, the quiet man who always wore a long brown coat and carried a black umbrella — even on sunny days. Kids thought he was strange. Adults thought he was shy. No one ever saw him talk much. No one knew what he did. But one thing stood out: Whenever it rained — no matter how suddenly — Viren was always outside. He’d step out of his house and walk slowly through the streets, as if the rain was calling him. People whispered

By Ritika Chand It was the same dream. The sky was covered in dark storm clouds that rained down their contents onto the earth. Thunder crackled as a flash of lightning illuminated the road ahead. A lone figure on the road watched as a red maglev car zoomed past her. There was pandemonium inside the car. The levitation device had been short-circuited after a blast of lightning had hit the car. The car with no wheels was now skidding through the road at high speed and there wa

By Ritika Chand Did you know silence has weight? No, I am not talking about the silence of bystanders who turn away from a crime. Nor the silence that lingers after the love of your life is gone. The emptiness you face as you drift across the infinite universe was a different kind of silence. It was the silence of your soul as it faced against the void. Here, silence wasn’t the absence of sound, but the presence of something. Something huge. Imagine a phantom weight pressing

By Moumita Boral “Niya, will you please hear me out and give me just a chance to prove myself?” pleaded Aditya. “What do you want to talk about? I am not running a justice club, so I will need some proof from you,” remarked Niya stoically.  “Why are you talking like this? I know you are hurt, but at least listen to me, you left my office without informing, you don’t take my calls, your dad and your neighbours don’t allow me when I come to your building,” ranted Aditya.  “My m

By Aadhya Narwadkar The winding road to Pahalgam stretched out like an endless promise, and the air was so crisp that it felt like we were breathing in our last moments of freedom.  I sat next to my older brother, Vihaan, laughing and joking around for the last few minutes of the train ride before we reached the destination for our final trip together. That is, before Vihaan left for university in the US. We had to beg our parents for days to let us go on this trip. Finally,

By Aadhya Narwadkar She found herself lying on the ground. She had no idea where she was. The only memory she had was of wounds and screams. She woke up only to find herself on a worn, old bed in a room that looked so old, she could’ve sworn it was built centuries ago. Her head hurt. Her vision was blurred. She could not remember her name. What was it again? she thought. She tried to make sense of her situation, but her thoughts were drowned out by the pounding in her head. B

By Ishani Chowdhury She walks towards the rickshaw stand with the torch in her phone switched on. The beam of light slices through the foggy night, casting a shadow, long and distorted, across the pothole laden road. She clenches her coat tightly, adjusting the woolen beanie on her head with her spare hand. The night is black. The air is chilly. It's early January. Kolkata is among the few cities in India to experience an actual winter. The lone rickshaw driver is sleeping wi

By Roshan Tara When Aayat was born, her mother whispered the azan into her ear, soft as a lullaby. Her father, eyes glistening, named her “Aayat”—a verse—because she was his poem from heaven. By six, Aayat knew the azan’s cadence better than her classmates’ names. By ten, she read the Quran fluently in Arabic, though its meaning often eluded her. At twelve, she chose a hijab—not from pressure, but for its elegance, a quiet strength framing her face. Her mother said, “Hijab is

By Roshan Tara She was twenty-six when silence became normal. Grief sat in her bones like dust — quiet, always there. The mirror caught it first. It showed her laughing when she didn’t feel like it. Crying when she thought she was fine. She stared, night after night, asking, “Is this me now?” One evening, the mirror cracked — not from anger, but like it had something to say. In the shattered lines, she saw it. She hadn’t broken. She’d changed. Bent, yes. But still here. Still

By Ashita Ashish Ahuja Slate gray skies. A faint smell of wet roots and moss. The incessant barking of a golden retriever echoes through the otherwise quiet neighborhood in Ooty. It is around 5:30 p.m., time for him to sit in the garden and sip his favorite ginger tea while listening to " Pal Pal Dil Ke Paas ," a famous Bollywood song from the 1970s. “Is the tea alright?” a woman sitting beside him asks. Who is this woman? She entered this house yesterday with a couple of sui

By Arnav Timsina The ranger had not always known thirst. For years, he lived beneath the canopy of a tree that seemed to breathe life into the barren land around her. Her roots dug deep, her branches wide, her shade a sanctuary in a world of fire and sand. Beneath her he found rest, drinking from the cool pool that gathered at her roots, eating from the fruit that hung low in summer. She was not just shelter – she was home. When the winds carried heat, her shade wrapped aroun