Tag: #shortstory
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YOU, ME AND THE RAIN SOAKED EMOTIONS
Adagio for Strings by Samuel Barber playing in the background….. There is a war within you, an inner war, something that is beating you up from the inner core and you just can’t resist it. The war is the reason you wake up everyday. Without that inner war, you are nothing. It’s a very ironic…
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A LETTER TO A STRANGER, EPISODE II
Ramadevi Women’s College, Saturday Morning: “Is everything ready?” “Yes, ma’am.” “See, everything needs to be as it was discussed. Can’t afford a single mistake. One mistake, and we are done and dusted.” “Noted, ma’am.” Vani Vihar, Saturday Evening: So, I get out of the bus and put my feet on the capital soil, after so…
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A LETTER TO A STRANGER, EPISODE ZERO
Don’t tell me anything now. I have a really important interview today. This is probably the most important interview of my life and I want it to go the best way possible as it will decide my career and maybe my life. Last month, I saw an advertisement in the newspaper about recruiting lecturers at…
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A LETTER TO A STRANGER
It’s raining outside as I stare at the passing trees through the window of the bus in which I am travelling right now to Bhubaneswar. My front seat is quiet and empty, eagerly waiting for its passenger. I am listening to Bollywood romantic songs on my phone. I will never get tired of listening to…
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Random Thoughts Needed To Be Expressed, Part II
I never studied during my college days. I would spend nights reading lots of novels, exploring different genres of movies, and listening to all kinds of music alone in my room. Books provided me the comfort that any other human presence couldn’t. They were my soul, in a way my companion in isolation. Movies stimulated…
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Those Days of Quiteness
Since childhood, I was so much into the fantastic world of books. My mother would get books from her school library and I would finish them one by one until all the books were over. Sometimes I even completed them twice or thrice. I would lay on the bed in my Aai’s bedroom and keep…
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MINISCULE FRAGMENTS OF A MORBID EXISTENCE
I could detect that lingering sadness in her eyes, sending me some signals about her troubled state of helplessness. I could sense some hesitance in her mouth as she tried to convey her words with great care. She was hiding something underneath her soul, or maybe she wanted to say something, but something was stopping…
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Beauty Of Loneliness
As I have grown older and older, I have tended to have a likeness for loneliness. On any given day, you leave me all alone, that will be the best day of my life. Sometimes, what I want is complete absence of human beings. Presence of human beings annoy me, they seem a burden to…
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THROUGH YOUR NAKED BODY, INTO YOUR TRANSPARENT SOUL
Cold autumn rain falling from the cloudy grey sky; sweet pre-winter breeze fluxing in through the extended balcony; dim damp light of the street lights pervading our cosy comfortable room through those perforations of the semi-glass window, as I and Ayumi lie on the bed, holding each other’s stark naked body post an amazing session…
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SWELLED UP ANGER, DECEASED OLD MAN AND THE DEFEATED ATHLETE
The man who was once a defeated athlete, is now bed-ridden, counting his days for the final defeat of his life, death. Seldom had he ever won a premiere championship in his sportsman career, gathering harsh criticism, rude comments and many more stuff that are way nastier than just hateful comments. As he is laying…
Dark Horse Arts and Sciences 