This Corona-Lockdown has revealed two kinds of people. First, like me, who were satisfied with stocking enough rice, pulses, and aata (flour) to last them the month. Then there were those who took the lockdown by its horns and turned it into art. Now, before I proceed, let me tell you something that most of … Continue reading Lockdown diaries -The Pani-Puri Challenge
"Sardar ji, kithey?" Preeto called out from inside the kitchen. Sardar ji went about tying his turban around the frown lines on his forehead. He wrapped the final end of the cloth and tucked it inside securely. "Main kahya ji, where are you going now?" Preeto emerged from the kitchen, her hands covered with wet … Continue reading The Victims
She wasn't willing to feed more mouths with her family's share. Babies were tender and vulnerable, you see. They tended to pop anything in their mouths - even poisonous berries.
"I don't want gold or silver, Eklavya."
"Then what, Guruji?"
"I want the thumb of your right hand."
The group was silent now in the aftermath of her argument with Ritu, her new, abominable neighbour. As the society's ex-president's wife, Mrs. Juneja considered it her duty to always think of ways to make the neighbourhood better. Several even applauded her constant endeavours regarding the society's matters. Only Ritu had the galls to contradict. Ritu - the ex-Miss whatever queen!
Riya glanced at Charu wading through the knee-deep water that was gurgling around her legs. Her wet clothes clung to her curves, showing more skin than needed. This was what kept Abhinav hooked to her twin. She frowned and bit her lip. Charu was close to the bank now, struggling up a cluster of high rocks. Two more minutes. Surreptitiously, Riya turned her gaze upriver. Anytime now!
It broke my heart to see him like that. Sitting alone in a corner of the room, leaning on his walking stick and sobbing softly. Outside the window it poured cats and dogs. As if the heavens were crying with him. "Baba, it'll be okay -" "What okay?" he snapped, but said nothing further. "Didn't … Continue reading Love, when the Sun Sets
His mouth reeked of alcohol, but his words reeked of a mind that had rotted. Yet, I said nothing, just cried alone, curled up on the floor, hoping all night, he would come to his senses. That he would hug me tenderly and apologize. After that he never came to me unless it was to … Continue reading Wind beneath my wings
Scar .... "Anshu caressed her hair as she got down from the car, making sure the scars were beneath them." This story is dedicated to all young girls who think they’re not pretty enough. Maybe it’s their complexion, or their weight or some facial feature. Having myself been through this adolescent insecurity, I understand now … Continue reading Scar ….
Short story of a Ghost ....Do you believe in ghosts? I didn't until... This short story is inspired by a true life experience. Have you also experienced anything similar? Do tell your story. Please leave them as comments at the website itself.http://yourstoryclub.com/short-stories-suspense-thriller/ghost-short-story-journey-of-a-lifetime/