Short Stories
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I’m dying – let’s get that out of the way right from the outset. And before we go any further, let’s set some ground rules. A. I don’t do pity. I’m dying, get over it, I know I am. B. Don’t start a sentence with ‘have you tried…’ I don’t need no saviour. If the…
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I sat there, staring outside at the misty road, the bustling populous, the colourful umbrellas as everyone tried to go about their day despite the downpour. The cozy cafe would have you believe it was a warm summer day but just a glance outside would tell you it was cold and wet and dreary.
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Meet Rishidhar Arpita Dinanath Hose Agarwal – Radha for short. He is a thirteen year old boy with an active imagination – so active that he had to be kept back in the seventh grade because he couldn’t rein it in for the requisite twenty-one hours; the time taken by examinations. As a result he’s…
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Romi ran through security, clutching her purse and crushing her boarding pass in the bargain. She had never done this before – been so late for a flight – but the stupid, son-of-a-bitch boss could not be bothered with making his point quickly. This after she had told him a bajillion times she had a…
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It had been six days. Six days of incessant rainfall and still the rain refused to stop.
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“Why won’t you listen to me?” “You are one to talk!” she said with equal fervor. “Do you ever listen?” “Can we not go back to this? Every time I point out something, you point out something else. It doesn’t help. Why can’t you understand I am only…”
tales of Suchita 