Short Stories

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    [Real Life Heroes] Parul Wadhwa: Journey from being a Story-Teller to becoming a Novelist

    Parul Wadhwa, young author of recently released fiction “The Masquerade” is a confident and an ambitious 22 year old, coming from a middle class family with no history of writers or authors. Parul is raised in Delhi. From the very childhood she fancied being a doctor and thus everyone in her family believed it too. On the other hand, growing…

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    The Girl Friend [Part 1]

    It’s human to make mistakes. The wise learn from their mistakes and the foolish repeat it. But then there are people like me who do learn but still repeat the same mistake. Yes, we are a rare breed and this is my story. In the fag end of my schooling, I used to be a very notorious guy. An interaction…

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    How About Challenging Truth?

    The change of colors that we see in the sky throughout the day is a proof that nothing in this world is constant or permanent; some had argued. The nights that have passed since then have made me wonder if that was really true. I remember staying up all day and all night for such a long time, trying to…

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    The Wind Spells a ‘YES’

    Sometimes, for a specific few, the sky snows amidst the fall of autumn. For some, there pours rain beneath the burning sun of summer too. Feet burning or bodies dripping does not bother the hearts clinging. Together, for at everything that it takes is worth it. The smiles that you get to witness after the little court-trial are worth the…

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    The Definitive Background!

    “Sometimes, when the oceans turn white, dreams flow in with those waves leaving the blues of worries in the background.” He was in a philosophical nature that night. It had been two years since we had all been together the last time. It was so much fun. The talks that we had been sharing were so different than what we…

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    THE FREEDOM IN DETENTION CENTRE!

    “Religion or humanity, terror strikes everybody down. It kills the ones who were from the very religion being fought for, along with the ones who were nothing but humans.” I heard her say those words very bluntly. It seemed like there was so much of emotion in her heart that it did not even pour out of it. It was…

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    Erased!

     “It is all in the mind” read the last line. Maya stared at those words and slowly closed the book. Does it really apply? She thought to herself as she looked out of the window. It had stopped raining but given to Manali’s usual temperature, people were freezing. This was one of the reasons Maya stopped by the coffee house…

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    Daughter of War

    Shivya got up late this morning. Her coffee is nowhere to be seen, the regular hustle bustle of the house was settled like sand in water. It’s not usual, in her fourteen years or shall I say, eight or nine years because rest were wrapped up in a blanket of pre-childhood phase which she might not remember. Yes, so in…

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    THE KEY CLUE

    “How hard do you think, will I try to persuade you not to kill me?” “Not very hard, I suppose.” “Why would you think I won’t plead for you not to murder me?” “You aren’t doing it.” ************ Dear Clare 1st January 1990 That was the last we had as a conversation. I haven’t seen him after that. I know…

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    The INTERVIEW

    The clock struck 12, it was noon now. But what mattered more than that was after a few minutes, she would be encountered with a long list of questions, one after another. It was her first interview to a real professional world. The world where she has never lived in, where there was no space for her innocence and chastity.The…

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    Nights Lead to Mornings

    It is strange how there can be an outburst of numerous emotions on a silent night. Night, the time of retrospection, recollection, reconciliation, realization and reasoning. It is a time to think on wider aspects and possibilities. Silently, when everybody around is busy dreaming about fairyland or having a nightmare, you dive in reality to re-check the things done and…

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    Demons

      Wang mo sat on the pouffee as she dozed. She swayed dangerously, about to be unseated from her warm spot, when she jolted awake from her slumber. Her mother had started spitting again. This time it was a pregnant woman. “Thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu…,” her ama la went on, cupping the woman’s face in the…

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    THE GHAGRA

      The Himachal Roadways bus ran at a rollicking pace as its passengers fell to and fro, some of the less experienced ones almost spilling out of the cracked windows. The dangerous wiggling path seemed to hold the hill in a vice-like grip through layers and layers of coil, a serpent created by the British and battered by the Indians.…

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    A Trip Down Memory Lane

    It was 4 in the morning when my eyes opened up… I vividly remember the sound of ‘Ghanta’ and ‘Hulahuli’ as the surrounding reverberated with the enchanting sounds of Sadhus and women emitting a deafening aura of pure faith. The din ringed in my ears. I kept my eyes open as I got used to the darkness around. The dream…

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    The Remembrance

    I stood heaving near my new apartment’s door, one hand on my waist and the other on the wall for support. It was the third time in one year that I had shifted my room again and the taxi driver had just helped me carry some of my big luggage till the end of steps. No, he wont help me…

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    The Departure

    The clock showed 12 o’clock in my watch, it was noon now. But what mattered more than that was at 1.30pm, I had my train. I was leaving the city, as I no longer had any more reasons to stay back now that my studies were over. I slowly pulled my glance away from the watch and looked at him.…

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    The Final Incompleteness

    I saw her today. After about eight years, I saw her today. I was thrilled and happy, both at the same time to have seen her. She walked past me as I was entering Starbucks near the oxford street. It brought back all the memories that we’d had back then. Just seeing how much she had changed yet how similar…

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    The Day the Sun Forgot to Rise

    We often take God’s blessings for granted until they are taken from us. Then we recognize how important even the most common gifts of God really are. Once my 8-year-old sister asked me, “If we pour water on the sun with a bucket as big as the sun, will the sun be extinguished?” Initially, I burst out of laughter. But…

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    The Hare and The Tortoise– Extended Version

      Everyone must have read the famous Aesop’s fable “the hare and the tortoise”. In India it is published by Amar Chitra Katha. We all are familiar with the story or rather I will say we all grew up either by listening or narrating this famous fable. The story goes like this: Once upon a time, there was a Hare and a…

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    For No Reasons At All..

    Taking steps, one after the other, is what we call life. Its like that old saying “life is what happens, when you’re busy making other plans.” That was exactly what happened with Naaz. Growing up as normal as any other child, was the theory of her childhood. Except, it wasn’t her theory of that. She took life as a rollercoaster…

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    The Camouflage

    The moment I saw them, I was hinted that they are genuine gems. But I had no idea that they were genuine to such an extent. The terrific trio of siblings was my student from Rupa, a remote town in Arunachal Pradesh. The two elder brothers, Mohan Singh and Bittu Singh, were in 3rd and 2nd standards respectively. Pinky is…

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    The Other Side

    The clock ticked 10:15 am, Kaya looked at her wrist watch and then around the cabin. It was around 45 minutes since she was waiting for the doctor. The cabin, like any other doctor’s, it was spacious and subtly arranged with one wide wooden desk ideally covered with spiral bound documents, prescription pad and a laptop. Apart from official desk…

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    Have You Ever Wondered How Beautifully Love Casts a Spell on our Lives, Without us Realising it?

    She had asked me. I understood her heart but did not have the answer. She waited for it but did not ask the question again. A few minutes later, she smiled to herself and changed the course of the conversation. “You know what? There’s this beautiful theory running through my head these days that if somehow, in a world beyond…

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    Little Flower

    The cutest thing about kids is their unusual obsessions. Pema Jangchu was no different. Pema was a 6 Yr old kid staying with her parents and elder sister in Rupa( a remote town in Arunachal Pradesh). Her family belonged to the Monpa tribe and alike majority of the population, their occupation was also farming.  Pema had this weird obsession with…

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    Beauty Wrapped in Canvas Shoes!

    She kept wiping her tears off. One after the other. What I did not understand was if they were the tears of happiness or tragedy. I wasn’t even sure that this was what she had been doing until the time I finally saw her wet eyes later. She tried that I do not see that but the redness in them…

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    That One Night Stand Offer

    One fine October night at exactly 11:57 P.M., while I was sitting in the bus-stand, I came across her. I was lucky to catch the last train from Baruipur to Sealdah but, not lucky enough to catch the last bus back to my home. I was returning from a friend’s birthday party. The moment I realized that it is hopeless…

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    Road Always Taken…

    His face was tense, but he was breathing light. He might don’t want to but he has to. He can simply leave everything behind and can walk on because what exactly are these human relations, nothing but the creation of “men’s” fear. I m using men’s purposely because in the end it’s all about men. But who cares for him…

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    The Lost Chance

    As usual, the chocolate was found in the desk. It had been a routine to find a chocolate kept in the desk at the same place with a different little note. Sometimes the note said, “That you are the pearl in my life’s oyster” or “you are brought here to fill up the incompleteness of my life”. While the other…

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    Across the Fence

    A whirlwind of emotions ventilated her striped outfit, as her weak eyesight drank in the picture of daisies smiling in the countryside. She hung from the doorless opening of the carriage chugging off at a snail’s pace. She didn’t want to obscure the few beams of joy lighting up her miserable world by gazing at the sickly faces wearing morose…

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    Virgilante (The Intro)

    To get the right vibe, hit “Play.” The first time he hit him with the steel, it stuck. So, he twisted it less than a quarter of an inch and leaned a little closer…” How’s that feel?” Virgil whispered. The combined looks of pain, fear, and confusion that registered across Olav’s face brought nothing but a sincere depiction of child-like…

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    The Grey Eyes and Red Tears

    She sat in a Starbucks cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The bloodstained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her blue silk scarf. It was a Saturday night. Beautiful. Cloudy and a cool breeze flew outside the window. A little drizzle and darkness. I looked at her and then resumed to my laptop. I could…

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