Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
We are star crossed lovers and I would like our tale to have a happy ending, he said with a smile. But something about her he didn’t know.
It’s every artist and performer’s dream to cease living or to die when at the helm of his success. I would like my death to come when I am in the middle of a performance.
What I saw sent shivers down my bloodstream. An ‘alien’ meaning an extra-terrestrial personage ( like the one seen in Spielberg’s film) was eating fruits
The fact that her childhood friend and sweet heart had called her on her birthday and has plans to literally come over for the occasion , had brought that years-forgotten
Right from my childhood through adolescence to more recent mature years, train journeys had been and still are occasions for overall and unalloyed fun
The Park Street Cemetery in the city of Kolkata is one of the most eerie and bizarre places to find oneself in. To visit graveyards and old cemeteries had been a childhood fascination.
To eat the apple in the Garden of Eden was forbidden. Yet the half eaten apple as a symbol has entered our lives in a way that proves man is more sinned
The doorbell rang. Usher in the newspaper boy and the milkman. Beginning of a new day. Newspapers donot have much to say or reveal these days
The big mango tree in the garden of our house at Santiniketan. There are about four-five of them in all in our compound. I had heard and had learnt about this
Rome as the capital city of Italy conjures up images of the Vatican City, St. Peter’s Basilica, the Colosseum. It almost has history and untold historical tales
