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  • QB Short StoriesPhoto of Baba Raised Me Well

    Baba Raised Me Well

    “One day, you will know the value of handwritten letters. One day, you will realize how beautiful it feels to sit down in one place and put all your scattered thoughts down on paper for someone. One day, you will know how amazing it feels to write something in your own handwriting and wait for that one person to read…

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    Late

    “Beta, can you please get my medicines from the chemist”, yelled Sagar’s mother, her voice just slightly louder than the noisy kitchen exhaust fan. “Yes maa, I will go in a while.. god..chill please”, he bellowed back. “Ok beta”, said his mother and continued to wash the dishes with a smile on her face. Her son was twenty years old…

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    Indebted To Honor

    “I was partially unconscious the first time I saw her. It was her voice that woke me up, from a little distance. I just looked at her in one glance and the next moment I fell back to the ground. I was badly wounded. The war was getting onto us. Being an army man myself, I couldn’t do anything for…

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    Chairs

    Sitting cross-legged across the table they were hesitant to make eye contact and even more shy to smile. Reading the first item in the starters, over and over again made them well versed in spelling than the actual dish, they couldn’t find any other option and can’t read any other word. Legs were miles apart but toes were battling to…

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  • QB Short StoriesPhoto of And Once Again, History Will Repeat Itself

    And Once Again, History Will Repeat Itself

    “It wouldn’t matter a few years later honey. Maybe it would but it wouldn’t hurt this much.” I lied to her. I have been in love with this one woman for over fifteen years and I know it for sure that I’ll love her till the day I die. To be honest, though, I think I might love her even…

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    The Forbidden Wish List

    I kept walking around in the house like a loon in the dark evening for she was asleep and the dogs were out with the kids. Just roaming around in my own house, I landed up entering the one room that was forbidden to all of us. That was the smallest one in the house. It was a really tiny…

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  • QB Short StoriesPhoto of Because To Everyone, It’s Just A Message. To Me, It’s The Truth!

    Because To Everyone, It’s Just A Message. To Me, It’s The Truth!

    “It wasn’t really too hard to believe when I fell in love with you. It wasn’t really too hard to believe when I started picturing my future with you. It wasn’t really hard to believe when I realized I wanted to grow old with you and spend each special moment with you until we finally die but it really was…

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    CUT

    “Cut along the vein, not across. That way it will be quicker”. The words echoed in his head. He would hold the blade in his hand yet it would never touch his bare skin. “Cut along the vein, not across…” the words kept echoing in his head. His friend Ravi had spoken these words to him. After all, Ravi was…

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    The Letter

    “She wrote you a letter.” He came into my study, while I was sitting there alone, this evening and handed me the letter. It was an old paper. Not that the letter was old enough but it was written on an old piece of paper. The ones that had no lines of ink on them to guide us how to…

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  • QB Short StoriesPhoto of Late Nights And Early Mornings

    Late Nights And Early Mornings

    *The late nights and early mornings will pay you off one day.* From the moment we are all born, the people around us from certain dreams for us. They set some paths for us in their minds and try to shape us that way as we grow up. Rarely do people exist who let us build our own curvatures, our…

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    What Love Did, Love Never Could

    “Every night, every single night, she will give in. Not because she is made to by force, but because she is made to by love.” Isn’t that just extremely stupendous? Well, to some, it will be something too romantic to know, to see there exists a girl, so deeply in love, that she would do anything he’d want her to,…

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    The Hand That Spoke

    “What? Do I look like an idiot?” I said in anger. “No Daju but it is true” He insisted I was on a vacation in Tawang, the highest peak point of Arunachal Pradesh. And was on a regular, early morning jogging session when I came across him, a medium height, fair skinned guy.  When you see a person, in a…

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    The Treat for Good Marks

    This morning, in the park, I saw a little girl playing with her mother. She is four years old. A while later, her sister came around, who is eight. I have been seeing these girls since the little one was born. London, my dream city. I shifted here five years back. Since then I’ve been living alone. I’m not as…

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    Irony And Surprise

    “Laziness, the music that hit the eardrums and the stars too are all in unison tonight. This seems like a perfect a night to write everything that I have wished to. Since writing something is just like talking your heart to someone, it gives pleasure. More than that, it states one sort of satisfaction that there isn’t a mind that…

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  • QB Short StoriesPhoto of When Stories Unfold Stories

    When Stories Unfold Stories

    *Sometimes, we read a story, we feel related to it and it so happens that we fall in love with the story.  The obsession, however, comes from a point where we see ourselves in it.* I didn’t understand what was making her say those words, but I sure knew that something was wrong that was making her say those things.…

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    The Tangled Escape

    Thrice, in one single day, have I felt that I am extremely difficult to be understood. We spend at least one-third of our lives, looking for people who understand us and won’t hurt us. Another one-third is spent getting comfortable with the ones we find if at all find those. The remaining time we get is a mixture of happiness…

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    Returns of the Lost Ones

    “It isn’t the first time that I would be transforming him into words. That’s certainly what I’m best at. As a consequence, I end up doing that, most of the times. After a lot of things that had happened, hope was fading its colors in my painting. Strange enough to the fact that it had been the strongest color in…

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    Almost – 1.0

    “You are again late, why did you even bother to wake up?” Mr. Banarjee was frowning at Sameer Srivastava, everybody knew him as Sam. He arrived in the first lecture on his usual time which was 10 minutes late. He is 5ft 11” tall, fair complexion and has a good athletic physique. It seemed that he didn’t get a haircut…

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  • QB Short StoriesPhoto of THOUSAND SHADOWS; ONE BODY! 

    THOUSAND SHADOWS; ONE BODY! 

                                    *Stay,            Under the lighted street,                                 Stay,             Where our eyes can meet,            …

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  • QB Short StoriesPhoto of The Birthday Without Her!

    The Birthday Without Her!

    Deja-vu! A concept that all of us have been hearing about, reading about or talking about since the time we were all little children. We have never known the entire truth about it. That is quite expected for we all know that to be insightful about something completely, we must have an experience with that. Unless we experience something, we…

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  • QB Short StoriesPhoto of Beauty of the Truths that Lies Define

    Beauty of the Truths that Lies Define

    *The one thing I feared was to have moments so beautiful that they might be cherished, however, vulnerable too.* We did come across such a moment. When everything was just so extremely beautiful and for what we thought, it couldn’t get any better, life decided to surprise us. It did get better. So much so, that for once, I could…

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  • QB Short StoriesPhoto of Parting on the One-Way Street

    Parting on the One-Way Street

    I had no idea about how people parted ways with each other for real. It’s so difficult for me to say a goodbye for one evening to a special person even when I know that we’d be meeting the very next day. Goodbyes, really, are hard. I used to listen to people say these things, maybe I’ve been through it…

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  • QB Short StoriesPhoto of The Symphonies of Rock Music

    The Symphonies of Rock Music

    It was a usual day, the usual morning, the usual way to college, the usual lectures, the usual conversations and another person I met casually, just like any other. I never knew a person like him but when I met him, there wasn’t anything special about it. Just how you meet new people every now and then, I met him…

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  • QB Short StoriesPhoto of EVERYTHING THAT CHILDHOOD OFFERED!!

    EVERYTHING THAT CHILDHOOD OFFERED!!

    “Dear Ma, On the platform that day, I had seen her. She was reading the book ‘The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks.’ I really hate that one. I just can not stand people who like that book. She was reading it so intently, I could not help but notice that she was in tears, at a public place. How could someone…

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    A Photograph

    The house was a mess after we had decided to move to London. The packing seemed more like unpacking from the cupboards. Thousands of things had made home in those wooden boxes we called as closets. It seemed as though everything was just pouring out of place. The old flower vase, the swim suit from fifth grade, his basket ball jersey from school and…

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