Short Stories

  • From this moment on

    From this moment on

    It’s Sunday evening. Swapna who is never organized has ironed and hung the clothes she will wear for her Monday morning lecture, her laptop is charging on her desk, her fruits and bread have been stowed away in the illegal mini-fridge that she has in her hostel room and she is folding clothes, warm out…

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  • Losing my religion

    Losing my religion

    By the time Tamanna was ten, she could read the signs of an imminent fight between her parents. Mother number one would bang doors a little too loudly. Mother number two would start deliberately apologising for the smallest of things. Tamanna knew from that point, it would take two days for the passive aggressive fight…

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  • Keep me in the warmth of your love

    Alka came into the employ of Maitreyi Dalmia when she was twenty and Maitreyi was forty. Alka’s mother was a cook at the Dalmia seniors’ house and that is how the two women had been introduced. Maitreyi had told her she would be the Chief of Staff and at the time, Alka had laughed at…

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  • Love is just a camouflage

    The sound of breaking glass alerted Rukmini that mummy and dadi were at it again, having a shouting match over whose fault it was that the dal for lunch had been burnt. Dadi said that mummy wanted to poison her father-in-law and son by feeding them inedible dal. In retaliation, mummy had broken the glass.

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  • I’m feeling sad

    I’m feeling sad

    It was the first day of summer vacation and I had been left to my own devices. Usually that would be a best-case scenario but my vacations didn’t coincide with my friends so they were still in school and would be for another three days. Until then, I had little but the TV to entertain…

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  • Country roads, take me home

    The house was in a mess. Urmilla knew it wasn’t her fault. They had shifted into the house only yesterday and no one would expect it to look in tip top shape. Except for her. She would expect that from herself. She huffed out a breath and told herself to calm down. It didn’t help…

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  • Howling ghosts, they reappear

    Pandit Karma Prasad was sitting to one side of the havan, murmuring shlokas that Arjun, Sanjana and Radha couldn’t understand, adding ingredients that looked like he was cooking something scrumptious. Radha’s stomach wailed in agreement.

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