Mohit gazed out the window of his luxurious corner office absently toying with his half-filled coffee mug. The picture perfect view of the Queen’s Necklace normally warmed his heart and soothed his ego but today his mind was elsewhere. The coffee had long gone cold while his eyes lay transfixed on the crashing waves. He… Read More The Picture #ShortStory (Part 1)
Harish, Girish and Jagdish were brothers and wished they weren’t. Their abject poverty made them see each other as loathed competitors. They reluctantly allowed each other claim on the rare morsels of food their alcoholic father provided them. Their mother left them in the dead of the night few years ago for which they were… Read More The Brothers #WoWe
“I’m tired, I want to do nothing!” was my 4.6yo Angel’s excuse when I asked if she would like to help me in some household chores. She had wrapped up her school work, her screen time was over and keeping her occupied was proving to be a difficult task. I was amused with her answer… Read More When ‘nothing’ works
Dipti peeped from over her cubicle repentantly as the once exuberant Kunal hung his head low and silently walked over to his workstation. She had been jubilant when her seniors had almost sacked him on her coaxing. However, she had let a personal grudge overshadow her professional behaviour and that was highly intolerable. It happened… Read More The Grudge #WoWe
Anna took Kevin’s hands in hers, painfully aware of the contrast between his battered with her perfectly manicured ones. He opened his eyes with extreme effort and whispered a barely audible “Mom…” before closing them forever. Anna sat stunned and motionless, tears streaming down her reddened eyes. He was supposed to be home for his… Read More Anna and the umbrella #WoWe
Father Francis gingerly made his way to the prison cell. The damp, cold air fused with the smell of despair and lost hope made him shudder. This was the first time he was taking a confession from someone given a death sentence. He wished he could just turn around and leave. Why was HE called… Read More The One to Confess #WoWe
Gullu and Tikku stared at the green dupatta, the mere sight of it sending a chill down their spine. “Why is it still here? Why didn’t you get rid of it?” Gullu blurted out. Normally submissive, Tikku wasn’t taking it lying down this time. “Don’t blame me. What could I do in all that mad… Read More The Horror Dupatta Story #WoWe