Afternoon.
The afternoon rain always bothered her.
She loved the sudden kaalboishakhis of the evening, which brought with them the smell of fresh grass, wet winds and jasmine. But the light monotonous drizzle on damp June afternoons made her uncomfortable. Restless.
She flitted from room to room in the tiny two-bedroom apartment that she called her home. [...]
Posts Tagged ‘short story’
Short Fiction: Sohini Pal
Posted in Short Fiction, tagged ex nihilo, short story on July 15, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Short Fiction: Abhijan Barua
Posted in Short Fiction, tagged ex nihilo, short story on July 15, 2008 | 4 Comments »
The Drive
‘Speed it up there,’ said Zhievo impatiently, ‘Go on, step on it!’
‘I will man, keep your knickers on,’ Marco retorted back. It was the one solitary word which made them catch each other’s eye and then completely lose it as they burst out laughing at their own fun like little kids. They must have [...]
Short Fiction: Omair Anwar
Posted in Short Fiction, tagged ex nihilo, short story on June 15, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Gaunt
I could only make out the silhouette of a person in the punctured darkness of the alleyway. I was drunk tonight. I groped for the bottle next to me. The bottle fell down and all the liquor got drained in the sewer close by. I cursed. This was the only bottle I had for tonight. [...]
Short Fiction: Antoreep SenGupta
Posted in Short Fiction, tagged ex nihilo, short story on June 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The Homeplan
Rings of smoke clouded and protested against the grim atmosphere which prevailed in A’s room. They seemed to have joined a farewell procession which collectively chose to be silent, and yet somehow managed to sing smoky blues. They were somewhat like relatives mourning the death of an old member of the family tree. They [...]
Short Fiction: Abir Dasgupta
Posted in Short Fiction, tagged ex nihilo, short story on May 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Day of Darkness
She was taking a walk, exploring the unfamiliar city, learning its street corners and lamp-posts, determined to accept it as her new home, rather than waste time pining for her old. There was something about that house though, something that made her stop and stare in wonder. It was very different from the [...]
Short Fiction: Abhijan Barua
Posted in Short Fiction, tagged ex nihilo, short story on May 1, 2008 | 3 Comments »
The Visitor
It was already late in the evening and people were entering the pubs in groups of twos and threes. Most of them appeared in a good mood as they laughed and joked while ordering their drinks. There were of course, low-spirited ones as well, something or the other not going right in their lives. [...]
Prose: Ahmad Hassan
Posted in Short Fiction, tagged ex nihilo, short story on May 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The Train Arrives
Some people say life can be a fairytale. It can be an enigma, a mystery and a cruel experience for us – Heck! I say, it is anything but a fairytale. People come; they stay for a while and then they leave. They just have to – for one doesn’t value the people [...]
Short Fiction: Taimoor Masroor Qasim
Posted in Short Fiction, tagged ex nihilo, short story on May 1, 2008 | 6 Comments »
Carpe Diem
His keys jingled as he put them in the ignition, the engine roared to life. He pressed down on the gas as the tyres screeched against the asphalt. He drove away; the engine growling between the gear shifts.
A clichéd start, maybe! But isn’t life too redundant itself for anyone to call out clichés anymore?
He [...]
Short Fiction: Aditi Roy
Posted in Short Fiction, tagged ex nihilo, short story on April 1, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Co-Existence
Part 1
Mrs. Arlott left me a brief message on my answering machine informing me that she was ready, and that I should meet her as soon as possible. I complied with her instructions, and rushed over for breakfast this morning.
It became clear to me, almost immediately, that she was nowhere near ready. She was nervous, [...]
Short Fiction: Aakriti Mandhwani
Posted in Short Fiction, tagged ex nihilo, short story on April 1, 2008 | 1 Comment »
The Cafe
You and I; now we look out for our elusive writers sitting alone in a coffeehouse that is almost always quiet throughout the day. They have with them a mouldy, almost wilted old book in which they seek their company. They smoke by themselves and look out of the window occasionally, surveying the sky [...]