Short Stories

  • The myth of the silver snake

    The snake hissed in triumphThe prey in its graspThe people cheeredFor they deemed it was justice.But then the snake turnedFor that is its true natureAnd the people fledAs they became the prey.

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  • The relic

    The relic

    “Baba what is this?” asked Leena as she peered into the glass case. What she saw made her gasp in delight and an inexplicable itch began in her hand, one of wanting to possess the relic. Leena’s father hushed his voice and said, “That Leena is what our ancestors used to call a book. People…

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  • The queen rises

    The queen rises

    The camp was in a tense silence as the king lay on his deathbed, bleeding, injured by the cunning of the enemy. The queen sat next to him, holding his hand and repeating, almost like a song that she loved him, she would be okay once he left and that he could let go.

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  • The old woman’s good fortune

    A bustling street with houses on both sides. People selling wares, people screaming instructions and gossip over balconies, leaning precariously out, not a care in the world. The riot of noises, colours and smells would make any human not of this street swoon. But not the residents. They thrived in the multitudinous miasma that comprised…

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  • Nemesis: the making of

    Tired of all the animosities, atrocities and the rampant intolerances advocated by the crown, Prachulakta decided to renounce his queen. It was an unprecedented move and nobody knew how to deal with such lunacy. The queen’s advisors tried to charge him with treason but the man was such an eloquent orator, and his advocacy was…

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  • The curse of the mango

    Once upon a time lived two boys – Ram and Shyam – who were the best of friends. They had the entire forest as their playground and a sprawling mansion with a white façade as their home. Days were spent in teasing out the secrets of the forest, writing songs in praise of a flower,…

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  • The last lament

    The last lament

    With bells on her feet, hair soft like summer rain, the Goddess of Sea was not a goddess today but a mother as she prepared a feast for her son, one last time. From the shores he came, carrying with him a most gorgeous necklace of moonbeams and dew drops from the land he called…

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