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...
Richness In Poverty

Richness In Poverty

Poongothai felt a subtle tug on the edge of her saree. Anticipating the identity of her small assailant, she turned around with a mix of affection and curiosity. As she had suspected, standing there was her seven-year-old son, Maran, his cherubic face lit up by an...
AND THEN SHE SANG TILL ETERNITY

AND THEN SHE SANG TILL ETERNITY

Archana was a naturally talented child, blessed with a beautiful voice and an instinctive ability to understand musical notes. Her mother, a skilled singer herself, had passed down her musical genes to Archana. Unfortunately, Archana lost her mother when she was just...
WHO IS THE CULPRIT?

WHO IS THE CULPRIT?

DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION.  ALL THE NAMES USED FOR THE CHARACTERS ARE FICTITIOUS. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO PEOPLE LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL AND UNINTENTIONAL. THE STORY HAS BEEN WRITTEN WITH THE SOLE INTENION OF WRITING A STORY. WITH DUE...