Category: Short Stories

2018 is going to be the year of telling stories .. serialised short stories .. hope you enjoy them !

"Hey Rob" "Hey" "Hey 'who' ?" I insisted. Rob is my AI Alias. Spawned from Octopi. Or Big O. The latest, most comprehensive intuitive AI Analytical tool ever. Why Octopi ? Because She spawned infinite amount of tentacles .. as She got into every nook and corner of our Digital existence. And the tentacle that [...]

On this morning Saraswati struggled to get out of bed. Well, I say morning because the birds had begun their morning raga’s. Long before the beautiful hues of blue streaked the sky across the dry land. It was the one time that the land felt magical and mystical. A land claimed over the years by [...]

He came one day and settled under the Banyan tree that grew in the garden of my building but branched carelessly into the street. Clad in saffron clothes as many wandering holy men do in India. Nothing special except if you looked carefully, his legs were unimaginably swollen as if he carried the weight of [...]

The dust settled from the whirling of the helicopter blades. A hundred dark gaunt faces, ghost like, cautiously approached the fat machine. Women barely able to carry babies, their stomachs bloated and flies triumphantly gorging whatever little they could find around their oozing eyes and dry lips. No energy even to brush them away. A [...]

"STILL BORN".My aunt announces loudly. But she had already kept the gunny bag ready. She hurriedly throws me into it. It's dark inside. I am suffocating. The bag is tightened. I struggle to breathe. I am thrown. Into a drain. My tiny hands cannot move. My little legs are numb. The small world I momentarily [...]

Came out from "Jazz by the Bay', a club in Mumbai, into Marine Drive. Called the 'Queens Necklace', this area is among the most desirable and expensive real estate in Mumbai. Was approached by a really old bent and gnarled woman begging for some money. I asked her where she came from. 'Sholapur' she said, [...]

Oscars. Red carpet. Elizabeth. Vanity Fair Party, squeezing through. Frenzied media. Who's this guy in the Maharaja dress ? Better take his picture just in case someone pays for it. Elton John's party. Excuse me, did I step on your Prada shoes ? Oops, sorry, did I spill my drink on your dress as I [...]

I often sit in the temple across the street from my house in Mumbai. Not to pray, but just to bathe myself in the vibrations of all those that do, all those lucky ones that so easily believe in the divine power of faith ... I usually have a space in a back corner on [...]

In the bustling metropolises of today, the greatest sound you hear are the blaring horns and the noise of the traffic. But I remember when Delhi was a city full of the welcoming cries of the Street Sellers, the ''Wallah's. I remember very clearly the sound of the Sabzi walla. It went : Sabzzzi le [...]