Short Story

By Kayal S Sometimes, some things are better left in the dark… As they are… To play out… _________________________________________________________________________________________________ Solitude in the light of the sunset.  The ravishing sunset, revelled in a spectrum of colours, fading into one another. The bold tropical hues gave way to twilight, streaking the sky, its blank canvas. Carefully curated colours painted it over time. The decadent atmosphere caressed the wooden

By Kayal S A congested amphitheatre, bursting at the seams, rose up from the regal terrain at my feet, cramped within velvet heels, geometric and unnatural to my naked iris, in comparison to my furnished and embellished physique, oriented and abated to fall under the pretentious matrix of the paradox that is our civilisation rationalised by competition. The baroque gown that hugged my skin, with its minute embroideries of flamboyant gold thread and fixtures of pearl and gem,

By Kayal S An angled, shagged stroke of lightning split the canopy of wild, dusky branches, dappled with musk and sap, the scene a wash of enchanted timber tints, a composition of celtic greens, driftwood brown, grounded by dilute streaks of nevada grey,  blossoming clouds of dark threatened to surge, in the process dousing the phoney brambles of the rich, cultivated nature that was Pine Barrens.  A spine chilling, and nerve tingling roll of thunder ricocheted off the treetop

By Kayal S “Sunny skies, crystal clear, mystic vines spread galore. People rejoice, with pride and vice, the melody of patriots so very near. However pure, the wretched core strikes open the abyss. The never-forgiven oaths taken by the popes, a lie to run amiss.” The artificially interrupted hue of twilight glow fades sputtering, as it chokes out its last text. The flat screen turns to black, leaving a retained soft amber flicker, emanating as a helix, ashen around the circul

By Kayal S Not luck. Just leverage. A lavish request.  Poetic, painful, pleasure.  A storm lashes out on a cliffside. Lightning edging its way closer, scattering lustre and foreboding belly-blown bellows of thunder refracted by the rippling surface of the salty sea, flooding the plains in the middle of who knows where.  The macabre throbs of electricity trembled the glass, droplets of water racing each other to meet the pastel of the rickety, rusted door of this shelving unit

By Rebecca Susan John Shoot ! I shouldn’t have been sick today. She looked so delicious. I wish I could just get a whiff of her hair. I have never been so close to her. She never lets anyone get closer to her except for her little sister Amy. That girl hovers around her like a Doberman guard dog. I wonder how good she would smell. Maybe like cinnamon and citrus fruits. Or maybe like  flowers on a hot summer day. Or maybe its something that I have not yet smelled, maybe its so

By Chanpreet Kaur इंसान यादों में गुम हो जाता है न, बस “प्यार” शब्द सुनते ही। ऐसे ही एक अजनबी मेरी ज़िंदगी में भी आया था। न मेरे कोई दोस्त थे, न ही मुझे उम्मीद थी कि कभी बनेंगे। और तभी उसकी एंट्री हुई — मेरा पहला पुरुष मित्र, जिसे मैंने तुरंत “बेस्ट फ्रेंड” का ख़िताब दे दिया।  मेरा नाम है चाँद, और मेरी सबसे प्यारी दोस्त का नाम है तारा। उसी की वजह से वह लड़का मेरी ज़िंदगी में आया था। पसंद तो उसे तारा थी, पर पता नहीं कैसे वो मेरा दोस्त बन गया। ये स्कूल के दिनों की बात है। उसने 

By Vasanthy Krishnan மும்பையில் என்மகன் வ ீட்டிலிருந்தேன். நான்கு நாட்களாக பைய்ே தைய் மபை இன்று ஓய்ந்ேிருந்ேது. வ ீட்பை விட்டு எப்ைடியாவது பவளியில் இறங்க தவண்டியது என முடிவு பெய்து மாபல ைார்க்கில் சுற்றி வர நிபனத்து கிளம்ைிதனன். இரண்டு ரவுண்ட் முடித்து மூன்றவது ரவுண்ட் வருவேற்காக திரும்பவவ, ஓரிைத்ேில் ஒதர கூட்ைமாக இருக்க நபைபய தவகமாக கூட்ை ஒதர ைரைரப்ைாக எல்லாரும் தைெி பகாண்டு இருக்க, என்ன விஷயம் என ைார்த்தேன்.ஒரு மரத்தில் ஒரு பைரிய ைாம்பு சுருண்டு ைடுத்ேவாறு இருந்ேது. எல்லாரு

By Harshita Dangwal “Dhara! Have lunch beta, your bus will be here soon,” Iza shouted from the kitchen. “Aayi, Iza!”   (“Coming, Mom!”)  Dhara called back, tying her hair nervously. That morning felt heavier than usual. The smell of wood smoke mixed with cooked rice, the chatter of neighbours outside, the sound of a distant mooing — everything was the same, yet different. It was a strange morning, one filled with pride and ache because today, Dhara was leaving. She was the on

By Purnima Raj मैं इस कहानी के माध्यम से किसी की बगल वाली खुली खिड़की से झांकने की इजाजत लेकर आई है जो सच हो रहा है उसको बिना मिलावट का बस वैसे ही आपके सामने पीरो रही  हूं। उनकी खिड़की खुली मैं देखना शुरू कि आवाज आया वो मोबाइल पर बात कर रही थी। अमन अकेले एक दूसरे से अलग किसी अनजाने से शहर में हम रहते हैं इतने साल हो गए हम दोस्त हैं, मैं कविता लिखती हूं पर स्टेज पर अपने मुकम्मल पहचान नहीं बना पाई। तुम भी सिविल इंजीनियर हो घर बनाते हो पर अपने सपनों का घर नहीं बना पाए हो। हमने अ

By Purnima Raj इस कहानी की शुरुआत में ही अंत लिख दिया गया था । यह है एक कहानी उस लड़की की जो बिहार के छोटे से गांव रामपुर में रहती है। जिसका मेडिकल कॉलेज में दाखिला नहीं हुआ, लोगों ने और उसने अपने आप को विश्वास दिला दिया, अब तुम्हारे सफलता का अंत हो गया है। कुछ दिनों के बाद रिजल्ट आया एम्स नर्सिंग का उसमें उसका हो गया। जैसे मैंने पहले ही बता दिया उसके सफलता का अंत लोगों ने मनवा दिया था। यह कहकर कि “तुम वो नहीं “अब वो हो “!       कोई उपाय नहीं होने के कारण उसने दाखिला ले लिया

By Mohit Garg “So, when are you two meeting?” Preeti asked curiously.  “Well—tomorrow, at the Round Cafe,” Somya replied. Somya, who was pursuing PhD in psychology, lived with her roommate — Preeti, in a one-room apartment.  “Does he know the meeting is mostly about your PhD thesis?” Preeti asked with a playful grin. “I’m not meeting him for that,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, I didn’t know he had schizophrenia when I agreed to meet him. He said he used to experien

By Shanaya Singh Chapter 1  Once upon a time, in the breezy Himalayas, lived a poor girl named Zana. She spent her cold mornings begging people on the road for money, and her nights were spent sleeping on the dirty narrow pathways with no blanket or proper clothes to cover her from the evil and chilly winter. For many days, she survived without food or a small portion of food. Unable to bear the hunger, thirst, and pain, she prayed to god- “Will some of your miracles save me?

By Tarika Vaitheeswaran I have everything. I am smart, financially secure, surrounded by the most amazing friends, and, to top it all off, have a goal I am determined to achieve. In theory, I’m set for life and destined for greatness. In practice, however, the odds of any of that happening are close to none. “Why?” you might ask. “How could someone so sure of success say any of this?” I say this because, in my story, there is a villain.A villain so powerful he single-handedly

By Avipsha Kar Maya's immense brown eyes followed the flowing glitter in the jar like a moth. Sparkling golden with hints of green squeezed against the glass, exhaling as if alive. Ripened bars of mushy mangoes created a juicy pressure in between the layers, concocting a preciously sour flavour. On top of it all laid the giant lid, heavy and polished, its intimidating presence oppressing the compulsion happening beneath it. The hot summer day seemed to have made the events ar

By Olivia Merrie Roldant Once upon a time, in a world filled with danger, intrigue, and gadgets that would make your grandma faint, there was a secret agent named James Bond. Now, before you get any ideas, this isn't that James Bond: he's more of a “Steve Bond,” but the point is, Steve was the real deal. The best in the business. He had a license to kill, a wardrobe that made everyone look like they shopped at thrift stores, and a car that doubled as a jet, or maybe a submari

By Olivia Merrie Roldant Once upon a time, in the bustling streets of Verona, there were two families: the Capulets and the Montagues, who had been feuding for as long as anyone could remember. But this isn’t your typical tragic tale of star-crossed lovers. Oh no, this one’s got a twist—Romeo and Juliet couldn’t stand each other. Romeo Montague was the dramatic type. He had a flair for the over-the-top, a heart that bled poetry at the drop of a hat, and a wardrobe full of tig

By Olivia Merrie Roldant Pastor Pete Thompson was a man of faith, kindness, and dedication. He had been preaching in his small town for 18 years, and when the chance to go on a missionary trip to an exotic, far-off place came up, he jumped at it. The only problem? He wasn’t exactly sure where he was going. He’d been given a brochure with a vibrant image of palm trees and a beach, along with a simple note saying, "We need your help. Come spread the word." Pete, being a devout

By Shilpi Rani सभी लोग बाहर बैठे इंतज़ार कर रहे हैं। अंदर कमरे से बहू के प्रसव पीड़ा में कराहने की आवाज़ आ रही है। तभी धनीराम पड़ोसी आकर आवाज़ लगाता है — धनीराम:  "अरे ओ मनीराम!" मनीराम:  "हाँ भाई धनीराम! आ जा, बैठ।" धनीराम:  "और क्या हो लिया?" मनीराम:  "अभी तो पता नहीं, बहू पीड़ा में है।" धनीराम:  "तू चिंता मत कर, इस बार देखना तुझे पोता  ही होगा। तू उसे भगत के पास तो गया था, जिसका मैंने तुझे पता दिया था?" मनीराम:  "गया तो था... बहू तीन महीने की पेट से थी, तभी गया था। हमने भग

By Rumani Tarannum Mushtaq Ahmed مناجات ترے رحم کا ہر لمحہ نزول ہو                           میری گزارشیں ساری  قبول ہو میرےعمل میں تیراد خول ہو                         نیک مرے سارے اصول ہو میری زیست منشاء رسول ہو                       ساری رحمتیں مجھے وصول ہو التماسِ ترنّم میرا مقبول ہو                               سارے جذبوں کا حصول ہو ناولٹ                                                                  سوغات