It started drizzling. The couple over there, sharing a minisculine chocolate bar, no hands, could have cared less. I couldn’t. I walked on away from the warm lights of the ‘South City Mall’ into the darkened haze of Kolkata.
Quite inevitably (for I already had a cold), the pitter-pat soon became more like ’splatter-splash’! Reproachfully, I [...]
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Ashq
Posted in Story on July 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The three sentence story
Posted in Story on May 16, 2008 | 1 Comment »
‘He knew that miracles apart, he would die. He was right. He died.’
It’s a statement on sure mortality.
On the ‘Flower’
Posted in Story on May 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The story, ‘Flower’, is one of my fastest ever. It was an entry in an online competition. The topic was ‘flower’. It may seem a bit abrupt. Grace it with your mauls.
Flower
Posted in Story on May 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The gentle swing of outspread wings,
The subtle tilt of head.
The beauty of the strangely weak,
The blemished white on red.
We sit together, they and I.
And often… often do we try-
to catalogue Beauty,
to contain her.
Search and science, we try to use,
to see if she can’t be MADE.
We flick an extra brush to see,
If the Piece is prettier [...]
The last reflection
Posted in Story on May 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
He stubbed his toe on a stone that stuck out from the pebbled, orange-red dust lane. And tottered like a drunk for a few paces, before regaining balance. It was a heavenly afternoon. There were paddy fields, golden with grains, waving gently for as far as eye could see on either side. The lane was [...]
To Rex, with Love
Posted in Story on May 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
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It is a three word sentence! You would think that there is no harm in finding it written in neat, loopy alphabets on the last page of a ‘get well’ card But when the same happened to poor Rex tonight, he quite broke down and to the supreme astonishment of a junior girl peeking through [...]
A word on ‘The fifteen rooms and one third
Posted in Story on May 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
This was written when I was about 14-15 years old. The accents are (*shudder*) a little on the colourful side. Gimme a review.
THE FIFTEEN ROOMS AND ONE-THIRD
Posted in Story on May 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Part I: The forty six rooms
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There was something in the quick, slightly alarmed look of the caretaker that old Mr. Raman picked up with his experienced military eyes. He poked Mr. Ghosh with his knobby elbow.
‘Yes?’ grunted Ghosh.
Mr. Raman poked him harder at the ribs.
‘YES?!’ Ghosh shouted in his ear.
Mr. Raman promptly turned to face [...]
Precaution
Posted in Story on May 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
This is a collection of my stories. A chronological hotch potch. The stories that are REAL ear or eye sores are generally speaking, older than the ones more tolerable. Take a peek. But at your own discretion.
