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...
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...
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...
Who Is The Culprit

Who Is The Culprit

As the sun rose on Sunday morning, the air was filled with the cheerful chirping of birds. Suraj Verma groggily stirred in bed, berating himself for neglecting to close the curtains the night before. The soft morning rays filtered into his 8th-floor apartment. Barely...