The boy tied the tree in a rope and cycled it for a long away. The end of the night people gathered only appreciated that boy for his quick help
He was their leader, their priest, their healer and the person who could talk to god for them. He had always guided the villagers
Now with a name like that if you ever imagine a pretty little girl hurrying to catch up with him then you are badly mistaken, for “Sundari” – the beautiful one
Then one fine evening during autumn, I met this man at the pub. The man who changed everything. The man who made my world turn upside down
Story of the Month Aug’2013: ‘I am not going to press charges’, Monterio said, ’but in return you have to volunteer at the old age center for a month. Your injuries are minor. I’ll see you there on Monday’
I couldn’t understand whether her tears were real or things she were blaming me were real. I was so confused within myself. I didn’t even know what I had done
It was hard to see how easy it was to bring down a man, bring down anyone, with the weight of loss. That beneath the many layers of skin, bone and muscle, there was just a blow of gray news
This Hindi suspense story is about Neha who was about to get married. One day at her door there was an envelope containing photograph and detail of a boy.
Baba Yaga was a fairy. Or rather she could say she used to be. Time was passing inexorably, and one day she realized that no one needs her
Editor’s Choice: I am not a particularly religious person. But nothing iconoclastic. Just that I believe in the omnipresence force that drives life and exists within everything.