A story about a young boy who buys himself a new pair of footwear-the quintessential Indian chappals; it is also a story about a sense of power and entitlement and the oft-repeated follies of human nature.
A tiny story about a supposedly boring evening at work, one Christmas Eve. Author's Note: I wrote this story ages ago as part of a collection of short stories. I wanted to upload something here today. In true social media lingo, felt cute but may delete later. :P But in the meantime, hope you enjoy it. :) Happy Octob...
I had entered a competition a few months back. I had to write a story with this excerpt in the content: "It was still dawn when I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the entry gate of the Delhi airport. The early morning February air was pleasantly cold. I was travelling to Bengaluru to attend a college friend's...
Shikha is a reader. She reads whenever she's not sleeping or studying. The world that a book creates for her, she hasn't been able to find in reality. This is the story of how she just had to look up from her book one day... Cover Picture: @anamika_writes
My name is Raju. I meet many interesting people thanks to my profession. This is the story of one such person. Cover Picture: @anamika_writes