Stories

Fridays bore their own peculiar rhythm. On ordinary days, the boys were ferried to and from school by their fathers, neat rituals of suburban routine. But Fridays belonged to an interstice — fathers preoccupied, duties handed to Mishra Uncle, who hovered at the bus station with a perfunctory guardianship. More important to Prayag and Tanay…

The voice started when she was just a child. It was reassuring and so close. It told her things of things which would be. It were splendid and good but slightly small and meek. So, she made it her friend. She listened to it and for a great moment it was perfectly right. It took…

As the alarm buzzed, a dainty hand pushed out of the covers and shut off the irritatingly hyper tune. A minute passed, a head emerged out of those woolen sheets and a sigh followed. With eyes still shut, she moved her body to sit up cross legged. Her opaque eyelids fluttered slightly as she took…

I was walking along the corridor, something flashed behind me. I turned and there she was, the vision of beauty. She was petite, slightly so, with dainty legs she was walking around with a confident stance and fire in her eyes. The color of her skin was honey. She was, if it can be described…

Delhi winters were hard. At least, for a girl from the coastal regions of India, who had never experienced cold winters. Anika missed the east and it’s salty air. But, this was her home now. Battling through the Delhi metro, changing it twice, she made her way to her best friend, Saanjh’s house bearing a…

Even though lanky, he was a strong man. The weight of him on top of her was making her nauseous and dizzy. Her slight frame against his robust one, made it impossible for her to even move. She felt as if her lungs would burst without air. She wasn’t certain if the pressure of him…

As the wind flapped on her face, she smiled beguiled at the passing trees. Even though, it was a rather baking evening the windows of the car were pulled down and her head was almost out of it. Her red scarf was blowing into the torrent breeze, half in and half out. She didn’t care.…

They were friends since school. Four girls with hopes in their senses and adoration in their spirits, were inseparable. They felt an uncanny solidarity which was near impossible to find in this imperfect world. Their secrets were their own, their madness hidden safe among them and their love for each other shone brighter than fireworks…

Summers in Bhubaneswar were sultry and humid. In erratic gaps the city would see tormented showers of rain. But, they did nothing to wipe off the sweat of the people or the thirst in their eyes. The heat was often adamant in that part of rocky Kalinga. The Daya river sauntered in a dainty but…