Short Stories

It was a small night. Whispers of a moon passed her path. Above, the stars gentle as they were, seemed too far away. She didn’t know why she was walking. Or where. It seemed a world away from the lights of the city she had grown up in. Yet, here she was. The lanterns of […]

September 3, 2009

Just a lift

Short Stories

The elevator door closed with a shut. He stepped inside. Gold rimmed the walls. The carpet was slightly stained. He glanced down, wondering how many people must have walked on it, stepped on it, waited on it. “Like me,” he thought wryly. 39. 38. 37. 36. The doors swung open on 35. For a moment, […]

August 5, 2009

End of Hope Beginning in End

Short Stories

It was a quiet sky. The rages of purple, orange and gold that had slashed the sky just moments before were now gone. Disappeared like a breath of cloud into the last rays. The sun had long gone. I stood for a while watching the sun. He had been oppressive today. Harsh, unrelenting with a […]

July 12, 2009

Of a Pebble

Short Stories

More rehashing. I bought some trousers yesterday, after going to four different shops, and trying on at least 50 pairs! Why don’t they make trousers in labels rather than sizes? Like here : a trouser for you – moody, irascible, sarcastic, with Indian legs, and an universal mind. Or why doesn’t someone invent a trouser-cloning […]

May 27, 2009