Dark Omen – A Bizarre Short-Story

It all started in the morning when I was sitting before the window, staring through the grills of it and thinking something which was vague. What that was I was thinking, I too cannot answer, for I forgot everything except for the posture I was in, till the little kid with smiles came an stood…

Bhaga Bhaga – The Heart Twisting Tale of Rekha & Abimanyu!

Abimanyu was walking. It was not like any other day’s walk. His legs were stumbling. His every step seemed like his last. His face was very tired, like an exhaustion after a war. His features were rugged, like he has forgotten himself since ages. He doesn’t like having a beard, but, Rekha does. Rekha. He always…

The Stinking Skin – The King of Seas

There is a lot to say; there was so less. There is so much to think; there was nothing at all. There was a whole world to go; there is no place like home. Home. The more I think, the more vague it becomes. The more I try to remember, the more I forget, and…

Cost of Wicky’s Mood Swing – A Short Story!

{The feature image is mine – Pixelated for fun!} So then, not like everyday, Wicky is driving his bike very carefully. He isn’t always cautious while he drives. No. He is very reckless. That’s what his friend Kiran often disapproves. Kiran doesn’t like Wicky driving recklessly, but Wicky doesn’t care. Kiran too isn’t worrying about…

That Poor Little B*TCH – A Short Story

People always tend to tell others what’s right and what’s not. I don’t know on which basis they do that. I’m fucking forty years old and I still don’t understand how things tend to get segregated into good and bad. Even sucking smelly things is a really good thing for people and how can something…

A Promise: A short Short-Story.

{I am in this bus and a conversation between a daughter and her father triggered this thought. Couldn’t wait to turn it into a story and make it into a post. It’d a bit crude, but sure as hell, beautiful.} It happens so. . . She never doubted it: she is the most important thing…

The Stupid Marriage!

One fine late-in-the-evening! It started when I was going home on my bike in a real rush through the bustling crowd of our town’s busiest roads. What is it that started? “The turn of fate.” Of course, it could have started much earlier; when I came out that evening, or when that girl came out…