The Past In 55 Words
55 words: The past is a tricky creature. It never quite stays in its place, does it? It defines the path we take. It makes us who we are.
Fiction
Tiny Tales: The Battle Of The Sexes
She looked younger in real life. Younger, not better. At least, in the photograph on the website she was smiling. “Sandeep? Hi. Sharia.” He was already on his feet, shaking her hand. Then he stopped, hoping it wasn’t too vigorous a handshake and that her fingers weren’t hurting. He settled…
Tiny Tales: Emderatology
A case of Emderatology: Close to midnight on Saturday, the coffee server on duty reported two dead people in the shop.
BlogAdda 7: Dear Reader, Stay Awhile Longer?
This week on BlogAdda, I talk about how to make your blog stickier and how to make your reader stay on longer.
Tiny Tales: A Birthday Story
I ring the doorbell and it’s opened by my friend Salim, bouncing up with all the energy of his 21-year-old self. It is his birthday and the gift I am carrying is a book I know that he’ll enjoy. Salim and I have been classmates and bonded over a common…
Twory: The Gun Is Mightier Than The Pen
A Twory (Twitter-based story) about a time when a gun was really mightier than a pen.
City | Fiction | Pop Culture
Chain Story: The Morning After
I started this as a Tiny Tale. But Anish Vyavahare added a chapter to it making it a collaborative effort and a bigger story. That got up featured on Protagonize’s editor’s weekly picks. I’ve just added the third chapter. You can read just my two pieces independently or read the…
City | Fiction | Map Of Emotion | Pop Culture
Tiny Tales: The Park
A park separates them. If it can be called a park, that is. A grassy patch chequered with muddy patches, that turn into puddles in the monsoon. The dogs like it anyhow. They keep him awake at night with their barking. Nobody seems to care at 2 in the a.m….
Tiny Tales: Playing Mommy
‘Playing Mommy’ is a short story about the darker side of childbirth. Please read mindfully. Trigger warning: Abortion.
I Am Jill’s Unfulfilled Desire
“Have I changed?” He was older, heavier-set, slightly balder. Success adding an unshakeable tower of confidence to the foundation of arrogance that he had always possessed. She took all of this in before pronouncing her verdict. “You’re Jack, ten years later.” “Better or worse?” Ten years was a long time….