He owned the city. No one said his name. Not because it was forbidden. Because it felt unnecessary. In a city that thrived on noise, honking cars, shouting vendors, late-night arguments spilling out of bars, his presence was the only quiet thing that mattered. Deals closed when he nodded. The wars ended when…
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Top Lesson #BlogaberryCC
“What on earth am I supposed to do with this?” I asked, holding up the wooden top my grandfather had just gifted me. It looked like it had spun right out of a museum. Old-fashioned, rough at the edges, with a bit of string wrapped around it. I mean, hello? I had apps, reels, and…
Curating the Narrative
On the outside, he seemed like the sort of man most people respected. Vishwanan had a stable job, a matching designation, and a wife named Neela, who was sharp enough to see through his curated charm and done pretending otherwise. Their daughter, Kartika, now in her twenties, lived away from home and visited only when…
Chinese Whispers #Fiction
I asked ChatGPT for writing prompts, and this is the one I picked to write this short story on. Prompt: You pick up Chinese food from a local restaurant, but when you get home, you find something unexpected in the bag. Sushant Gupta shut his laptop, stretched his hands above his head, cracked his knuckles,…
Ram Bharose #WriteAPageADay
‘The Halwa you make, Ram Bharose, sometimes I feel Lord Krishna himself comes down to savor it! It is exceptional every time, and the taste has been the same, for the past 20 years!’ exclaimed Vishnu, as he relished yet another spoonful of the golden yellow halwa from his silver bowl. ‘RB, I lurrvvveeeee your…
The Wedding #WriteAPageADay #StoryTellersBlogHop
Anju was fascinated by the sight of Mrs. Broota popping one scrumptious laddu after another into her garishly painted mouth in quick succession. “I’ve suddenly lost my appetite” Anju murmured to herself as she tore her eyes away from Mrs. Broota’s steady sequence. Placing the laddu back into the platter, she walked towards her sister…
Twitter Crush #Fiction
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…
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 favours, ate from everyone’s tiffins, and never shared his own. He was fond of ‘updating’ the Principal about the goings-on in the…