Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
Unlike the friends of his age, Karan worships studying. He is never bothered to mop the floors of the bungalows at the end of their slum street nor clean the cars
Being careful with the old kerosene lamp in my right hand, I pushed the door open. The room which was obviously dark is now filled with the weak light
I knew it was a late-night hour and the phone was ringing incessantly. I was half-asleep and I saw the window pane pricking with heavy rain drops. The outside was sheeted with the rain.
My bed was a modern furnished one. I always slept with my stuffy Teddy Bear doll–according to me, the cutest object manufactured– by my side
