SHORT STORIES/MICRO TALE

The Last Letter From His Father

When Sam was a kid, his father used to keep rewards and punishments, a surprise. Sam sometimes got a dessert on flunking an exam, but also got grounded sometimes for doing something good. The only exception was the star (a silver-colored plastic cutout) that he received whenever he gave his 100 percent, irrespective of results.… Continue reading The Last Letter From His Father

SHORT STORIES/MICRO TALE

Origin Stories are often Dark

Me - I think I should become an actor. Friend - Hahaha, Log hasenge.. (People will laugh) Me:- A comic actor. F:- Hahaha, Koi nahi hasega. (People won't laugh) Me:- Or, an actor who plays Serial killers. F:- H.......... *killed 🔪* Me:- And who believes in method acting. Ab bol.... (What do you think....) Oh… Continue reading Origin Stories are often Dark

SHORT STORIES/MICRO TALE

Whose fault is it if a 5-year-old kid coughs like a 50-year-old man?

It coughed and coughed, and the passengers on the other side kept on speculating about its smoking habits until they get to know its age. Only weather and DNA can make a 5-year-old kid cough like a 50-year-old man. So whose fault is it? Well, it’s its ancestors’ fault. Note: Maybe we can’t do anything about… Continue reading Whose fault is it if a 5-year-old kid coughs like a 50-year-old man?

Poetry · SHORT STORIES/MICRO TALE

She was happily out of reach

The river was babbling beneath her feet, Her lover was murmuring in her ears, Her left hand was intertwining into his right. Her heart was skipping beats, whenever his breath fell on her neck or cheeks. Her employees were getting an "Out of coverage area" message on calling their CEO. But she was never this… Continue reading She was happily out of reach

Poetry · SHORT STORIES/MICRO TALE

Suicide is not the Solution

Enough is Enough. Terrace. Night. Standing on the edge, Raj was battling with a thought; the fatal decision was imminent. 15th floor would be enough, he thought and took a deep breath. "Are you sure about this? I thought you adore me," she said. Raj sighed. "This love, I wonder, is the reason. If I… Continue reading Suicide is not the Solution