“Don’t you hate her, the underhand, deceitful back- stabber!” “Don’t talk of her that way! No, I don’t hate her. Why should I?” “Do I
Category: Short Stories
The spelling of soap is s-o-a-p not s-o-p-e. So watt? The spelling is wrong! Who cares? Yoeu still understod, didn’t youe? Why can’t you bother
He relived those periods of his life as he stood looking out of the window. Today too he got the uncanny feeling that he was
The window was open. Sneha sat at her desk by the window. A neat stack of blank pages lay in front of her, held together
Continued from Out of the Blue (I) Today we began by talking of rain. With monsoon just round the corner, we were both behaving like
Anup called today after a long gap today. I don’t even remember how long it had been since we talked last. Our hellos barely over,
…Continued from Of Apples and Applesauce (II) After almost an hour of an intense, unending debate, Adarsh was fed to the teeth with the whole
Continued from Of Apples and Applesauce (I) “Okayyyy Adarsh! Before I begin asking you the questions, I should give you a word of warning. Please
The huge seminar hall was packed to capacity. The three-day seminar hosted an illustrious list of speakers. The last session of the third day was
The story is old but timeless, as all good stories must be. There was nothing distinguishing, let alone spectacular, about those two girls. They lived
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