Shrirang had created an account on Twitter without knowing why he did. He wasn’t social media-friendly at all. In fact, he wasn’t friendly at all. ‘Bore’, ‘shy’, ‘arrogant’, were the adjectives often used to describe him. How could he tell people that his lack of confidence made him the quiet one? He hated how his…
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Meethi Roti #WriteAPageADay
It was one of those days when nothing seemed to have gone right. I had left my, meticulously done, Geography homework at home. I had forgotten that it was PT day and went to school wearing my usual uniform instead of my PT uniform and was reprimanded for that too. Then I saw ‘Tinda’ in…
The Park
The Park had been there forever. It was so old that the board with its name had long since faded and fallen away. It was simply known as the ‘Cinema hall wala Park’ because it was bang opposite a Movie Theatre. When a certain politician or political party wanted to make its presence felt the…
Boring People #StoryTellersBlogHop
Mishraji was the most hated member of the staff. He was a lazy slob, was known to rap his students on their knuckles with a wooden ruler, asked his students for gifts and favors, ate from everyone’s tiffins, and never shared his own. He was fond of ‘updating’ the Principal about the goings-on in the…
Short Story: A River Runs Through It – The End
The Sanjhi had finally divided our village. When the rains abated we saw the split. A wooden bridge would be built for the duration of a year so that villagers on each side could commute easily as we adjusted to our respected sides. After which we would be, and function as, two separate villages. I…
Short Story: A River Runs Through It – Part 9
I was embarrassed for her, even as I was shocked into silence. I wish I had asked her for more details about her family. I should have persisted, even though she refused. Her mother and sister had been and were midwives for the Zamindars 3rd wife, who was expecting her 2nd child any moment now….
Short Story: A River Runs Through It – Part 8
A few months passed by in much the same manner, and just when Soni and I were settling into a comfortable routine, news arrived that the Government people would be coming in to mark the village for the split. Even though we villagers knew this would happen, and that we would be taken care of…
Short Story: A River Runs Through It – Part 7
One day news arrived that my last surviving uncle and his wife had passed away in a car accident. Their only daughter, who lived abroad, asked me if I would like to buy their land. I had begun doing relatively well by now and saw no harm in doing so. With my latest acquisition, I…
Short Story: A River Runs Through It – Part 6
I worked hard in my fields, continued running errands and doing odd jobs for village folks, and looked forward to my biweekly visits to the Gurudwara. I caught my mother looking at me curiously when she thought I wasn’t looking. She never asked and I never shared either. Yet another of my Uncles passed away…
Short Story- A River Runs Through It – Part 5
Those harsh words coming out of that beautiful mouth startled me for a moment, and then I laughed. I slapped my hand against my thigh and laughed and laughed, as she glared and me. My laughter incensed her and she stamped her foot and walked away. I stood there, a big smile on my face…