Short Stories

I would like to thank the two- wheeler industry of India for bringing equality subtly into the mainstream. Are you

The house did not look so big now. The mango tree with its thick trunk, low branches, she had loved

The forest was my home. I and father loved it. But my mother did not. Some days she would complain

  The blast shook the entire building! The news channels had a field day. The analysts took to shouting and

The girl had been asleep. A loud ‘Bang’ close to their modest home roused her up rudely in the middle

The picturesque village nestled atop a high mountain, in the midst of an evergreen pine wood.Though it was called a

I have watched these handful of men scouring the mountainside in and around me, studying footprints and broken twigs for

The two regiments were exemplary in their formation. There was always a sense of competition, trying to be one up.

Little Bijoy had been running in and out all morning. Grandfather had finally lifted his head from behind the newspaper