One twos are two – a short story.

Meenu was walking past the school again that day. "One twos are two." She heard the usual lessons. "One threes are three" she repeated with the voice this time, a proud smile on her face as if she had won a prize. She wondered what it meant though, if only she could enter the plush... Continue Reading →


The blue sneakers – A mini story.

"Hey where did you get these from?" I asked him. I could see him smile the broadest since he joined our group. Those blue and white sneakers were exactly the ones I wanted. Shining on his feet, beneath those dirty and torn jeans he always wore, they were mocking me. "Baba bought them yesterday." He... Continue Reading →

Happy Republic day India!

26th January 1950 It was the month of August, 8 years ago. I was sitting at my desk and completing the files asked by Bade Saheb. It was the first time in my 15 years tenure that I was late in submitting my work to him. I knew from my other colleagues about his typical... Continue Reading →


The cursed cottage. 

A cold draft of air brushed pass by his leg, which was half outside the comforter. It woke him up, he heard the door open and close. Last night was one of the best, he blushed thinking about it. After all it was his honeymoon. They had reached his Uncle's cottage in Shimla late at... Continue Reading →


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