Short Stories Series (What are the odds! – Part2)

1AM, Kapil’s Apartment Kapil was snoring away to glory on his newly bought mattress. He was having a stressful week at work and an equally stressful time after. His best friend was upset and he could seldom help him in sorting out his messed up life. The only “me-time” he had was in his apartment where…

Short Stories Series (What are the odds! – Part1)

It was a humid afternoon for Mrs. Verma, she wanted to go out on the terrace of her two bedroom apartment for her usual afternoon scrutiny of the neighbourhood hoping to pick up on some gossip but she thought the better of her plan and instead turned on the cooler and decided to catch up…

Short Stories Series (Poles Apart – Part 2)

Sarah felt the unusual silence in her afternoon session quiet disturbing. The children at the Cancer Peace Foundation looked starkly distracted since morning. Sarah had been working at the Foundation as a Counselor from almost six months now and she could not recall a single day in her tenure when their beloved founder member had not…

Short Stories Series (Poles Apart – Part1)

Opposites attract. They definitely do. Aryan and Preeti were testimonial proof for this assertion. They had absolutely nothing similar, not even common liking for any particular food. But yet, they were inseparable throughout studying in medicine in College. Everyone around them conjectured this pair was made for each other, the forever together conclusions never stopped…

Short Stories Series (The flying bride – Part2)

“Kormangala”, Sowmya instructed the Airport cab driver as she threw her backpack and seated herself at the rear of the hatchback. Sowmya could barely breathe by now, she requested the driver to turn off the AC so she could get some fresh air through the window next to her. Sadly, the chilly Bangalore weather seldom…

Short Stories Series (The flying bride – Part1)

She wanted to leave the freshly applied henna a little longer, the design was appalling, but her heart advised otherwise. As the clock ticked by the minute, her desire to run away from her own wedding was getting stronger. She reached out to the nearest curtains and etched out henna coloured imprints on the pale…

Short Stories Series (A Bond from Beyond – Part 2)

I wasn’t ready to go to abroad for studies, let alone get into a field I wasn’t interested in. But mom did not budge, she was hell-bent on sending me away as soon as my results were out. Mrs. Anam Khan had her plans laid out to get me graduated from New York University (NYU)…

Short Stories Series (A Bond from Beyond – Part 1)

She ran with all her might, like there was no tomorrow. Her green studded lehenga was now well above her ankles, her bare feet scraped against the cement roads as she charged behind the speeding car. She wasn’t sure if her feet were bleeding, but she felt no pain. None whatsoever. All she saw was…