Short Stories

  • Over a bottle of chenin blanc

    Though this is a sequel of sorts to The Amethyst Library, it can be read as a standalone. A girl wanders the catacombs of Amethyst, stocking the books back in their homes. Amethyst has not had a helper before. Sarita is the only one who has taken care of the library and the souls…until now.…

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  • The Amethyst Library

    The Amethyst Library

    The Amethyst Library is on the first floor of a college building. It has two sections: one where all the books are kept. It is a bright sort of room, dusty but maintained in such a way that if you go in search of a book and are following the right map, you will find…

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  • Torment – a micro tale

    The dream is be whatever you want to be.

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  • #AtoZ Theme Reveal 2021: The Travelling Librarian

    I wrote The Travelling Librarian in 2019 and thought it would be one of those posts I wrote that would get lost in the volume of short fictions written every day on the digital space. But to my intense surprise, not only did the post get views, most of the comments asked me if I…

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  • The new mommy

    The new mommy

    The door was wide open so Vishesh did not think he would be unwelcome. He had his favourite panda clutched in one hand as he stopped at his parents’ bedroom door. He couldn’t see daddy well but he could see his new mommy. She was asleep. Vishesh remembered her smile. The cookies she had baked…

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  • Reason number five sixty one

    Yuri didn’t want to be here. He really, really didn’t want to be here. But this wasn’t the first time his thoughts on a subject were discounted as irrelevant. So he tried to distract himself by staring at the wall in front of him. If his principal shifted just a little to the left, he’d…

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  • The pink stuff

    The pink stuff

    Veer was sitting on the porch, his arms were crossed across his chest and while his eyes were angry, his pouting lips showed he was more disappointed than angry. He had been asking mummy if the TV was fixed and she kept repeating the same thing, ‘not yet love. It will be soon.’ It was…

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