Short Story

By Kartik Gupta On the seventeenth floor of a high-rise apartment building at the end of the meandering road which started out from a...

By Roy Thomas Papen was a happy man. That was till about two days ago. His daughter Premi’s wedding had been finalized and with that a...

By Roy Thomas Kochumon had started as the office boy in the village post office. Having studied up to the 9th standard at the government...

By Roy Thomas “And how is the patient today?” asked Dr. Pappechen as he breezily walked into Oomechen’s room with his entourage of...

By Roy Thomas Yonachen sat, or rather lounged, in the planters easy chair placed in the verandah of his large family home in the small...

By Roy Thomas coul dn’t believe his run of bad luck. Here he was serving out a three-year prison sentence in the TrivandrumCheriya just...

By Roy Thomas It was the old man’s seventy-fifth birthday. A lot of preparation had been made and many relatives and friends from all...

By Roy Thomas It’s cold, wet, and dark, but for me it doesn’t really matter - it’s the only world I know. I don’t remember too much of my...

By Roy Thomas Varkey paced on the open portico of his cottage with a preoccupied look on his face. On a normal day, he would have been...

By Nikita Kanjani The high, sunlit clouds danced across the vibrant evening sky, awashed with an ombre of peach and apricot cream. Tender...

By Nikita Kanjani The walls shuddered as another piece of its rustic paint chipped off and discreetly declined to the pitted ground,...

By Bhuvi Vahi Yes, laugh at the title. It’s probably not you who has minutes to live and absolutely no time to spare for thinking up...

By Bhuvi Vahi Monday, 18 January Time: 12:00 A.M Hello, brother. I know you’re in there. Please talk to me, Luca. I need you. All right,...

By Kavita Sharma मेरे घर के एक कोने में मिट्ठी से भरा एक बड़ा सा बर्तन है मैं हर रोज उससे नए किरदार बनाया करती हूं उसमे से कुछ सुंदर, कुछ...

By Saranya Rayaprolu "The smell of books - the old, the new - addicting.” "I understand. But, we are supposed to talk about the problem...

By Saranya Rayaprolu The sheer white curtains danced in sync to the wind swaying in through the windows, as I walked into the room. The...

By Oishwaria Mukherjee The second wave in India devastated big cities to small towns. Funerals were being held in parking lots due to...

By Oishwaria Mukherjee The morning went on as usual at work until we all got called in for a sudden meeting. They said it was to announce...

By Prantik Mandal Settled beside the cold feet of his mother with empty hands, little Sharif asked “Ammi why are we staying home all...

By Prantik Mandal spend hours not by looking at pictures or videos of Kasol but actually planning a trip. Shouted the owner cum manager...