This Is Not a Love Story – Part 11

Her father’s number was flashing on my screen… I didn’t want to take this call. I didn’t want to at all. What did he want from me now? Why call me when he knew I had left her? I knew why, of course. He would blame her leaving home on me and call me names.…

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Fear of the Road: Street Harassment

Hello Everyone, We have in the past few days witnessed a series of unfortunate events occurring in India that have put us to shame the world over. And I will not be wrong, I think, in pointing out that this isn’t the first time that the roads in India or one entire gender in India…

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  Red was the color I wore on our day, Red on my body, Red on my forehead, Red, was the color of your lust that first night, When Red trickled forth from between my thighs,     Red too was the color, I ken, When your hand would strike my conscience, my body, my face, And…

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Sticky Situations – Part 8

2 months later…   “Yes, I’ve shifted from there now. My new office would have been way too far from there.” She was walking back home from a little grocery shopping and an evening stroll. “Yeah…It’s been a long time since we saw each other. You should come over. My place is in Swarna Nagri,…

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Sticky Situations – Part 6

#fiction, #humor, #crime, #violence, #romance Saturday, Saturday, when will it be Saturday… She drummed her fingers on the calendar hanging on the wall. She traced the outline of the date with her finger as if it were a tangible thing. It was still only Thursday night. Saturday was still far away. Worse still, Kirat had…

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