They said she was the daughter of a sailor, one with an English name which no one could remember. Though she was just thirteen, she was very close to her father, wherever he was, whoever he was.
The evening had just given way to the stars and the sparrows were flying back home in the backdrop of an orange sky. I was sitting along with Abhijit at my village residence
Unusual Short Story: He had killed a whore every time he travelled – not for any purpose; it was just for the thrill of it. “This is going to be my last time” he told himself.
Love poem for her Remembrance: She whispers that she’s afraid; I kiss her deep, long, and slow; In the melting darkness of the theatre; She whispers that she’s afraid..
The little one arrived in January amidst blossoming roses and the shy marigolds. A heart touching short story family about love of father and daughter.
Slowly, Gopal found a new thing in Dolly. She seemed to have grown. Though she still easily fit into the box but she had definitely become larger
Short Story Love: “It is our anniversary today and he has forgotten” that little voice inside croaked in despair “I thought I would remind him during dinner.”
Short Story with Moral Values: It was that eerie hour just before dawn when the quiet would lullaby everyone to sleep. There were no blaring horns…