Undecided

The antique shop in the middle of Oxfordshire looked dusty and rusty and a wee bit ominous. The crow perched on the lamppost outside added to this aura of despondency. “That’s a treasure trove my friend,” Stankovich, the devil’s advocate, looked grave and important as he shed light on the historic place like a tour…

Jilly

Jill walked slowly, sloshing her wet boots on the gravel interspersed with mud puddles that erupted like acne along the sides of the ridge boulevard every monsoon. The rains had just stopped but thunder rumbled somewhere beyond the dark clouds. The Denzong valley, nestled in the foothills of the mighty Himalayas was engulfed in a…

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.

The Train Station

‘Do you think that’s possible?’ ‘Yes, I think so.’ ‘I should like to think so’, he rephrased his answer. The evening grew harsh with each passing hour, the abandoned station with its bleak possibilities thrived in its garb of gloom as Rinchen and his uncle, tried to get comfortable in the single iron bench at…

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…