Short Story

By Pandi Our hero's name is Mahadev. His mother, sister and friends are his world.an unemployed graduate who gets into minor fights with...

By Niranjan J Once a wandering soul reached the gates of heaven, requesting to be let in. “State your living name” said the door keeper...

By Prantik Mandal Let me just set this up as a Preface: Anyone reading this, consider yourself as my confederate in my conundrum in which...

By Prantik Mandal Chintu was going to be late for school again. This was the third time this week. His mother was calling him from the...

By Prantik Mandal Part 1:- On The auspicious noon of Murti Visarjan the sun shone gay and warm in the azure canvas, stroked with patches...

By Prantik Mandal The rainy night was getting darker and colder while Birju toiled to ride his cycle through the cunning mud. Birju...

By Kratika Agrawal एक कहानी का किरदार तब बहुत असरदार होता है जब उसे कही पहुंचना हो और कहा पहुंचना हो यह भी पता हो, न की जब वह भटक रहा हो।...

By Freyan S. Wadia One would never think a local of Bombay would ever wear a sweater in the swelter of mid-May. Well, here I was- all...

By Freyan S. Wadia Running down the pebbled path used to be so hard. My feet used to get cut, sometimes bleed for days. Other children...

By Freyan S. Wadia Usually, when one is released from the deepest, darkest crags of the underworld into the living realm, one revels. And...

By Freyan S. Wadia It was seven in the morning when Jehaan was jolted out of the sleep of the dead- by a praying mantis on his face. More...

By Shivani bane It was cold breezy midnight.Moon was way extra brighter and stars sparkled a little extra brighter that night.As they...

By Inchara S Adhikashreni The train journey back home is always better than the destination. No nosy people here. Just some prying eyes...

By Inchara S Adhikashreni I unlocked the door with utmost care and sanitised the keys and my hands as I walked in. I ensured that the I...

By Sharika Nair The stain on the wall looks like a fish with its mouth open. He tilts his head, and it starts looking like a crooked hut...

By Sharika Nair The old man hurriedly slices the few stragglers left from the bunch of cowpea beans. It is nearly eleven, time for...

By Kumaresh Gopal You’re sitting in a bus. The bus is moving at a regular speed, neither too fast nor too slow. You don't remember how...

By Pritesh Maheshwari What a phase it is..na.. Papa and Mom.. Since such a long time we all are, together, at Home.. You know, we use to...

By Pritesh Maheshwari यादें बीते वक्त का अक्स होती है.. यादें जैसी भी हो ज़बरदस्त होती है.. यादें हर किसी के अकेलेपन का सहारा होती है.....

By Pritesh Maheshwari हम भले बात करे ना करे आपस में.. सालों में भी.. पर यक़ीन दिलाते है कि तेरी याद दूर नहीं जाती.. ख़्यालों में भी.....