The Intermission is a Love letter written in the form of a short story and is dedicated to the Song of Life sung by many a people but tuned by a few. Age and time are the best teachers
LLC01 :Letters from the past
She observed him the whole day. Nothing had changed. He spoke the same – in monosyllables. He spent the day watching the birds and the trees.
Fading beauty
People who knew her started teasing her. Now she understood beauty is only skin deep. She tried to help people in her own ways. Now she was a changed soul
TO SIR VICHITRA VARMA WITH LOVE………..
I wish to begin this short story with a piece of disclaimer proclaiming that all the characters used in my story are fictitious and do not bear resemblance to any person, living or dead
For better or for worst
Sorry my daughter, I do not talk too much to you over phone because i always want you to hear good news. I want you to focus on your study. I know you are mad
Criminal
“I’ve every right to wear short clothes, and I’ve every right to have sex with whoever I want! It’s my life, my body, my vagina! But when someone forces it on me, it’s a crime!”
Drown
I did nothing and felt absolutely nothing but dread. I saw the crowd dissipate but I just stood there, stunned as I looked at the corpse, and all that he had been through.
THE LAST STORY
Editor’s Choice:”To write a perfect story, you need to delve into the character’s world, walk in his shoes, see through his eyes and breathe the air he breathes,”My father’s advice,
CHILDREN
Sonali was lying on her cot in a foetal posture. She had her face to the wall and was sobbing uncontrollably. Sujata melted in pity for the poor girl and sat down beside her.
Rest In Peace-Angel
They have molested me, raped me. They have given me lots of bruises and scars, They’ve destroyed me completely and then threw my body in this jungle
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