Short Stories
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The silence was in three parts. First was the absence of humans and the noises they inevitably make while shuffling in the house, going about their daily business, knocking into things, knocking over things, announcing their presence at various intervals to ensure the household did not forget. The second was the ambient silence. Where usually
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A hot summer afternoon. A nondescript school day filled with number crunching, essay writing and listening to your Hindi and English teachers lament on the hopelessness of teaching thirteen year old students who did not appreciate the languages.
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On the pretext of taking a breather, Radha had found a plum location to sit where he could see all his classmates but they couldn’t see him. It had been a week since the school had to be evacuated thanks to the prankster but things had been quiet since then. It made Radha uneasy and
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Sagar removed the keys from his bag and paused in front of the main door. He took a deep breath and let it out. He inserted the key and lowered his eyes. He closed the door, softly, so no one in the house would get disturbed. He lifted his eyes a fraction when he realized
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…somebody set lose firecrackers in the building… Incense stick to ensure they had enough time to run away Matchsticks in the pocket Note said ask Radha to turn out his pockets Same handwriting Who was…why…someone he knows… …trusts…maybe a friend…
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Much to the warped amusement of both parties involved, Radha found himself back in Ameen miss’s cabin. It felt like only yesterday when she had joked that she was starting to miss him. He had now seen the inside of this office more times than was healthy for a student. Before Operation Assembly could go
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