It was rather cold for an April evening in Cannes. I was alone at home watching reruns of General Hospital. I hadn't had many nights alone like this after mom came back. The clock struck five as I walked towards the kitchen. I stared at the pict...
This short episode is a true life story; well almost, otherwise it wouldn’t be saucy enough. It dates back to the early seventies; the time of my life when I had moved from being a small tot to a double digit! Summer was perpetually; the best ...
It was a chilly December winter in Cuttack. A cold breeze was sweeping the Mahapatra Road. Therewas an extreme silence hovering in the area, that’s not unusual in winter. Suddenly a loud cry broke the silence of the place. What was it ? And of...
Number two. This number is having a great significance in everything. There will be always two shades/sides/phases whatever field or thing we take; it could be a thing, person, place etc.For an instance, there is a person who posses both good ch...
It was a pleasant Wednesday morning. Yet another day commenced as usual for the city college, amidst the rich greenery combined with salubrious climate of Bangalore. But no one expected it to be unusual; so unusual that it turned out to be ...
DIRECTIONALLY CHALLENGED. Vandan preened himself before the full length mirror. His snow white attire meticulously starched and ironed by his handyman, gave him the confidence he needed, to tackle problems in his constituency.“Don’t I look...
India, a country with diverse cultures, religions and communities is facing a problem called “How to bring about a change?” Well, there are millions sitting in the comfort of their homes, scrutinizing the politicians and police and all those...
It was a regular summer evening and the cool breeze was blowing her hair off her face as Lisa, a cup of coffee in her hand, sat in the backyard of her countryside farm house, reliving the fun times she’d once had with her friend Dennise and th...
The story begins and ends at the outskirts of a small town Baripada, in northern Odisha. River Budhabalanga flows by the side of the town and spreads into a dense forest nearby. Ashok was a school teacher and staying with his family there. Often...
The hand on the sword will shine, it'll leave no power of divine, with all hatred and glory in his mind, let's all pray for his glory this time.These are the lines i would like to start my story with. Its a story of a brutal captain who starts h...