Flash and/or Short? – I

I February the second It is my birthday, today, perhaps. It is so easy to forget when the only reminder of time is time itself. It’s been seven days since the day we should have died and two since he also died. It would be funny if I die today; poetic justice, perhaps? Ah. Poetic! … Continue reading Flash and/or Short? – I

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A Tribal Journal – 1

1 – Present “Spring is here and with it, its irony,” Prerona began her journal entry that night. Pellets of blood oozed through her hands and sad strings of letters under it. She looked at her wounds. Little red openings on a tanned skin screamed for attention. She was used to ignoring. She had cut … Continue reading A Tribal Journal – 1

The Scholarship – A Short Story

We broad the TATA MAGIC which will take us to the city of Jorhat. Mihir and I cramp into the backseat of this petty public transport module as four of our friends adjust themselves into the main seats slightly ahead. The lot was heading to the town because Mihir had planned to throw a party … Continue reading The Scholarship – A Short Story

Meant to Die

A great disciplined commotion stirs in front of a huge brown building as the lethargic ring of metal clashing onto metal seers through the soon to be deserted corridors only to be silenced by the spirited non-understandable buzzing of a thousand or so students as these seekers of knowledge burst out of their brown confinements … Continue reading Meant to Die

The Wedding I Didn’t Attend

It was still dawn when I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the entry gate of the Delhi airport. The early morning February air was pleasantly cold. I was travelling to Bengaluru to attend a college friend's wedding. It had been four years since we graduated from the same college. This wedding was … Continue reading The Wedding I Didn’t Attend

A Matter of Choice Ultimately – A Short Story

I curl up on my bed and gaze at my tiny little room. There are a few posters of Ellen DeGeneres, Jane Addams, Christina Aguilera and Ann Bannon hanging half-heartedly on those dingy walls mimicking the half-heartedness of mine or maybe I am mimicking them. Looking at those posters, I’m confused even more and I … Continue reading A Matter of Choice Ultimately – A Short Story