Jack In The Box: A Story

  On her way back from work, she had stopped at a small curiosity shop nestled between the bustle of a chai wala’s snack shop and an attar seller’s dusty place. In the midst of the old and crumbly buildings of Chandni Chowk in this part of Delhi, that curiosity shop looked like a curiosity all by itself.…

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The Peeper

Originally posted on The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch:
Most people have some bad habits. Some pick their noses. Some chew their fingernails down to the skin. Some pick at their pimples. I had one too. I used to spy on women changing clothes. I don’t know how I developed this habit, or why. I wasn’t particularly sex-crazed…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #18: Daddy’s Girl

{Front door creaks open and the figure of a young woman appears into the nearly dark room. Another figure, that of a man, appears from the door on the far left of the room. He switches on the lights. The young woman winces at the bright lights.} ‘Where have you been all this time? Do you…

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I Can’t Just Be Me

How can you ask me to be ‘just me’? I’m the biggest contradiction Of my own beliefs. I’m a sailor, I’m a pirate, I’m a cop and a thief.   I’m that notorious statesman Making policies that no one needs. As well as that bloke shivering in the cold Waiting to make a dollar, To…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #13: The Knock

Knock, knock… “Who’s there at this time?” He looked at the clock groggily. It showed five minutes to 12. Almost midnight. He climbed down his bed carefully and slipped his feet into the cold rubber chappals. This was a small village. Everyone knew everyone. If there were an outsider coming at this hour, the village…

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