The door was open and the murderer long lost in the frosty winter night. The phone call had changed much of her life, probably much more than what she can ever bring back, for she was left standing as still as still in front of her best friend. ...
Part -1 The final thing that she could recollect before plunging into this darkness was that she was running across the road blindly and a truck was hurtling towards her. A few hours prior to that she had lost her job, when she came home early f...
Time, she can make you look wise and otherwise. It is she who broke the mirror of my soul into a thousand pieces to admire the handiwork of her mind. It is she who taught me to accept that my loneliness is a preface to many long tales our short ...
“The next big hit is just round the corner,” the man in white held forth, raising the cup of tea to his lips as others on the table waited with their cups in their hand, their destinies about to unfold. “All you need is belief in yourself,...
I did not have a better way out of this, said Arun when he explains about the chaos to the principal that happened at the canteen after lunch break. “Sir, It was just a bad timing", he says. It was a really confusing day to Arun as he had neve...
"The two kids were running around and round the grave which had become our party site for the night. The soft midnight gleam did not exactly help soothe our puny guts. We left all our processions, the bags, the bottles, the bicycles and our guts...
Grey clouds loomed overhead and blotted out the sky till as far as he could see. He stood alone at the gate, looking up and around at the desolate loneliness that surrounded him. Turgid drops of rain splashed into overflowing pools of water arou...
From ages million stories told and written, ages to come many more to be written and told. Turning million chapters within fraction of second never seems exhausted the worldly author keeps writing on and on. Poor living beings continue to act a...
[ NOTE : THIS IS AN TRUE STORY ABOUT A GUY WHOM I HAVE KNOWN QUITE WELL SINCE MANY YEARS.THIS MAY CONSUME YOUR SOME TIME.I HAVE TRIED MY BEST TO WRITE IT IN THE WAY I HAVE BEEN NARATED.SO KINDLY LEAVE YOUR REMARKS ABOUT THE STORY AND THE WAY ITS...
THE SEAT SHAFI SHAUQ “What an ungrateful cur of a son he finally proved to be! He cringes to pay the ransom to save my life, his own father’s life. Even today Javid didn’t turn up with the money. It might be that he did not find apt time ...