Thirty Seconds Tales #22: Redemption

‘I can’t do this… I’m sorry but I can’t marry you.’ She stood there, frozen, her jaw hanging loose like an unhinged door yawning open. ‘Why?’ is all she could manage. He could see the trembling in her dainty hand, the same hand where only a week ago he had slipped an heirloom ring while…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #21: The Reader

She was like an oasis of quietude in an ocean of cacophony. Bent upon a book, meditating on the world that its gossamer words must have woven around her like a cocoon, she exuded a calm that did not pervade, neither did it intrude upon the bustle around her. It ensconced her like an eggshell…

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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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Hello Again!

Dear Readers, I’m finally back to my private space here and to you guys! Summer has started on a great note for me and I hope the same goes for you. The blog though is looking a little forlorn, what with posts and views falling down to a record low BUT I’m raring to go.…

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For The Ants: Published on Story Mirror

So how are we doing this fine April morning? Is it hot yet in your part of the world? Or are you still in bed because it’s still too cold to step out of the comfort of a cosy bed? (For some in the world summers STILL means snow and cold) Either way, I feel ya!…

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Two Stories Published on Story Mirror

Dear Readers, Hope you have been doing well. I know I’ve been out of touch lately and haven’t responded to your comments on my blog. That’s because where I am now the connectivity is sketchy and I’m without the internet for hours on end. I promise to get back to you as soon as I…

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Harem Pants

She wore harem pants to a Hindustani classical music concert. In an assemblage of cumbersome saris and silk kurta-pyjamas, antique jewellery glinting from robust necks and rounded bosoms, and kohled eyes and vermillion foreheads that looked like they belonged at the court of a decadent Rajah, her ikat harem pants should not have stood out,…

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