Category: Fiction

The Girl

With great expectation the teenaged girl asks —- Will you keep me, O Babu? She wears a dirty frock torn near the armpit, dark is her complexion and bare-footed, but her face is very innocent and two eyes have an impression of passionate simplicity. Haripada Bhattacharjee just after finishing lunch and sitting on the extended Read More …

The Identity Conundrum

The scuffling footsteps barely raised the din that was already mounting in the crowded corridor on the fourth floor of St. Peter’s College. Lars Erikssen was a 22-year-old guy, currently doing a major in Psychology. However, he was late for the 10 o’clock lecture. The clock the other end of the corridor showed 10 minutes Read More …

Soulful

I have always hated rain. It always comes down without warning and destroys my circuitry. Whenever I finished my shift at the bar, I would always sit and wait for master to come to pick me up. I didn’t mind, though. It gave me a lot of time to think.   Bartending was a very Read More …

Identity

We’re both alone here.   Everyone else I know has left already. She scraps the circumference of her coffee cup, scooping out the last of the foam. I want another but I know I’ll never sleep, and I know, I want at least a little break from all of this. So, I tear the sachets Read More …

Dark Secrets

Secrete – seven letters amalgamate to protect, to keep some sorts of things hidden from the knowledge of the rest of the world. Interesting stuff. Strange and mysterious too. It was almost the end of winter. On Thursday afternoon relaxing in an armchair in my bedroom I was reading the Bible. After a long time. Read More …

The Secret of Sweet

  “Watching the video that you sent me…’’, the tunes of Sweet from Cigarettes After Sex filled the air while she took another puff and tapped the cigarette to shed some dead moments from her life into the ashtray. The song was now just something that reminded her of the times she was obsessed with Read More …

Hamartia

Futility of life strikes us at an hour when we feel our most active self. All that energy building up, creating a crescendo, ultimately falls into deep dark pits in its culmination, for after all, when has any action ever executed ever mattered? Noel’s life was such a transient phase of such futility, all his Read More …

Howl

The bush crackled. The sharp retorts were subdued by the occasional grumbling that emanated from the dark clouds that veiled the nocturnal canopy. The rain was coming. The earth waited with bated breath to get that sublime touch. Occasionally the night orb peeped out of its brief respite as the passing clouds went on to Read More …