A POCKETFUL OF GUILT

A POCKETFUL OF GUILT

“What’s this, just 200 rupees?” Akshay taunts me as he waves the two-hundred-rupee note I had secretly taken from my father’s shirt pocket. “Dude, that’s Marlboro! A pack costs 300,” Rohan chimes in. “Just let me try one today,” I find myself...
SOMETHINGS TO LEARN

SOMETHINGS TO LEARN

The train swayed rhythmically as it thundered along the tracks. The man seated next to me jabbed me in the ribs with his elbow, sending a jolt of irritation through my weary body. I couldn’t help but wonder what invisible grievance he held against me that made...
Gauri-The Adorable Bride.

Gauri-The Adorable Bride.

It was the year I took a trip to the village to spend some time with my Granny. Her beloved cow, Devi, gave birth to a lively calf. As an eighteen-year-old boy, raised in a city, I was captivated by Gauri’s big, sparkling eyes. She wobbled on her unsteady legs, still...

The Flowing Tresses New

Arundhati stood in front of the mirror, her hair flowing freely down to her knees. At thirty, she looked as charming as a woman in her early twenties. Undoubtedly it were the long tresses that enhanced the beauty of her sharp features, and fair complexion. “Aru,...
The Other Man

The Other Man

Rudali felt sapped of energy as she looked at the computer screen. ’64 new messages,’ it said. Most of them were from her so-called ‘fans.’ Some thought the dictionary had no words to describe her newly released novel. “Madam, it was one...