Short Stories

  • Think of me and I’ll be there

    Dear Diary, Why is it that some days, despite everything you do, they just escape you? No matter how much you thrash around, trying to salvage it, it just cannot be saved.

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  • I love you like a love song

    “I think I know what I want you to watch.” Gaurav looked up from the very important novel he was reading, hiding the sigh that almost escaped him. He did not want a repeat of the lecture he had gotten only yesterday.

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  • Carnival of rust

    Carnival of rust

    Parijat was sitting on her usual chair, a cup of tea and a saucer in her hands. She didn’t understand the point of a saucer but the latest kitty she had joined swore by the gracefulness of having tea with a cup and saucer. So, she had purchased a pretty blue and white set. Aravind…

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  • Quarter after one

    Quarter after one

    It had been a hard week for him. First his laptop crashed which meant the WIP he had been working on was lost. Before he could mourn that loss properly, he was given notice by his landlord that he needed to vacate the 1BHK he had been living in for five years because she had…

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  • Let the past just disappear

    Meenakshi was just sitting down for a marathon session of Mario Kart when her doorbell rang. Thinking she had misheard, since she wasn’t expecting company on a Friday night, she ignored it. But then the bell rang again and she huffed, pausing her game to open the door. In front of her stood Subhash, her…

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  • Oops! I Did It Again

    Oops! I Did It Again

    Simran has been standing in front of her mirror for five minutes now and no matter how many times she tells her feet to move, they refuse to move. She has been staring at herself, her clothes and the way she has lined her eyes for those five minutes. It’s not like she can see…

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  • What if I’d never run into you?

    What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?On a quiet night, what are the odds? Rahul could not sing. He knew that thank you very much. But he couldn’t help himself. He was happy, flying on cloud nine, filled to bursting with an unnameable energy. His sister would have called it the…

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