Short Story

By Navjot Kaur ਪ੍ਰਾਈਵੇਟ ਜਾਂ ਸਰਕਾਰੀ ਬੜੀ ਹੀ ਸੂਝਵਾਨ ਸਮਝੀ ਜਾਣ ਵਾਲੀ ਇਕ ਸਰਕਾਰੀ ਨੌਕਰੀ ਕਰਦੀ ਸ਼ਕਸੀਅਤ ਨੇ ਆ ਕੇ ਉਸ ਤੋਂ ਪੁੱਛਿਆ," ਕੀ ਕਰਦੀ ਹੁੰਨੀ ਆ ਕੁੜੇ...

By Sara Fathima The residents of the dollhouse followed perfect order, they moved to the tick of the high clock that hung over their...

By Sara Fathima I rubbed my eyes for the 13th time. What the…? Was this real? It couldn’t be. I must be dreaming. I stared at the long...

By Sara Fathima Smooth, smooth, smooth everywhere. No ridges or depressions, no interruptions, it was all smooth, the touch burned her...

By Sara Fathima I'm a lone mirror at the end of a dusty hallway. Every part of me is made of glass, glass that reflects everything in its...

By Sara Fathima The best as far as the eye can see, my gardens, the most beautiful, vibrant flowers that glisten under the sun, green...

By Sara Fathima "Please identify yourself." "Hi, good afternoon. I'm Motao-XIII from province 3. I have an appointment set for 13:00. I'm...

By Sara Fathima I've known about their existence for as long as I can remember. Just like the sky that ran over us and the land that...

By Sara Fathima Something is wrong. Terribly wrong. Something has changed. It was all okay until yesterday. They have finally come for...

By Sara Fathima I have lived as long as time, I've loved a million souls and seen life blink out of an eye. It is not because I'm...

By Sara Fathima Long abandoned homes, crumbling under the wrath of the elements. Deserted streets and rusting cars. It's all there, right...

By Anwesh Ghosh Anuj was a psychology student at a prestigious university. He had always been interested in the human mind and behaviour,...

By Anwesh Ghosh Vineet was a 28-year-old gentleman with boatload of dreams in his eyes. Some he knew he could fulfil before his time in...

By Anwesh Ghosh Music, my life, my dream, my ambition everything revolves around this one thing - Music. Sometimes I am constructive...

By Ayn Mawaddat (Zainab Shahzad) Ayaan's lunch box, for the first time in this academic year, was completely empty when he put in the...

By G Yashaswini Patel Rosy was from a strict Catholic family. Her family was small but sweet. Her father was a tutor in an academy; her...

By Sonu Sharma “How can people be so biased with their daughters; I have always considered my daughter as my son,” he said proudly. “But...

By Sonu Sharma The small kid got sad because he could not get the attention of his father at the dining table, because the father was...

By Bal Kumari By Bal Kumari

By Karishmadevi K One day I was talking to my best friend as usual. She’s my comfort zone. She's a pure soul inside and out. Well, that...