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Year: 2014

  • The Policeman Thinks He Owns The City

    The Bombay city. Sitting on someone else’s motorbike by the Dadar Plaza market, holding a walkie-talkie, flashing the deadpan attitude like he has shagged his boss’ daughter, solely on the power of uniform he was wearing, he looked nothing like a sincere policeman but everything like the epitome of degeneration. We were dumb that day…

  • The Surrogate Story, Part 2 Of 2: A Woman Dies

    The Surrogate Story is a short fiction consisting of two parts. The first part can be found here! You won’t understand a thing if you read this second part first. So, I insist you click that link above or leave this narrative altogether. She was dreaming of a candle light dinner, followed by a magical…

  • The Surrogate Story, Part 1 Of 2: Man Walks Into His Own Lecture

    He was alone when he entered the drawing room. Then he left his apartment and was no longer lone. At least that’s what he thought that day when he had just experienced the luxury of not hearing his wife’s otherwise daily earbash. She was asleep in the bedroom dreaming of something with an eventual horrid…

  • The Dream

    The girl was the first to jump. We don’t have all night, Rajeev! Come on now, jump! He was not afraid of jumping, but of what he was about to do. This way! She was the head of Students’ Council and knew the campus inside out. He followed her to the third floor. It’s got to be inside…

  • That’s A Lie, That Horror Story!

    He was a good storyteller. …he woke up with a grueling thirst and sauntered to the kitchen. The audience of 5 kids, all younger to him, sat by the tree with rapt attention. On the seventh floor of Nayantara Apartments, he was alone in the flat as he reached for the refrigerator. One kid lapsed into reverie.…

  • Throw It Off The Window Like Its Customary!

    I am not boasting off but I try my best to find a garbage bin to discard any unwanted stuff I come across while travelling. And if you ask any of my more than 500 Facebook friends, you won’t argue. Dustbins are not in a jovial relationship with Bombay; everybody knows. But one service (or…

  • Story Of The Life They Call Balanced!

    She’s wearing tight pink trousers which made her look slender. The black tank top over a translucent camisole was part of the best decision she made that day. Standing in a queue at the heavily crowded D-mart hypermarket, she had both her eyes strain on the display of the smartphone held on her hands. About…