Point of view

The moldy smell of old decaying wood hit you as you entered the tiny unkempt premises of the Smiths. The boundaries of the lawn had overrun the house or maybe it was the other way round but neither looked any better for it. The rooms were on the first floor accessed by a rickety flight…

By the eyes of men

The fat man put his grubby fingers on her chest trailing a line over each tight mounds with his thumb, he grabbed her waist and started feeling her sleek and smooth legs, rubbing them up and down beneath her skirt. There was a feverish gleam in his eyes. ‘I’ll take it,’he passed the Doll to…

Mr. Chatterjee

Mr. Chatterjee had taken Quarters near the Stadium, the cheaply available ones that came with a shared bathroom for its lodgers. The house was owned by a dog, probably a half-breed for it displayed some characteristics of a gentleman and some of a drunkard along with an old man who reeked of alcohol and dog…

Story about marriage

when i first wrote this story I titled it ‘begining of a story’ but it gave a sense of incompleteness to it but I’d be darned if a story about marriage could ever be a complete story. So I present a complete incomplete story with a simpler title this time.

Culture shock

Roshni liked her coffee with milk and sugar, although she had not been much of a coffee drinker when she first came to Australia but she could not develop a taste for tea made out of tea bags. She loved strong CTC, steeped with the first flush of Darjeeling tea, just the aroma of that…