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The Jaunty Inn

It was a sultry torching day of April 2016 when you did not know what the cruelest month would entail besides the rigors of running around in heat. Neither did Sridhar as he watched the 1000 sq.ft ...

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Before the BT

Karansinha Patil

This whole thing's fucked up! I want out, I wanna leave, I want none of this! I want- "Oi. Come here." The fourth-year beckoned to me, his face half-hidden under the weak lamplight. Apart from that ...

 3.7 (37)

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Ethan

I sat by the sea shore, gazing at those faraway waves frolicking in abandon and gathering small pebbles and dirt in its continuous motion as they advanced and then receded to the unknown. My mind ...

 4.3 (51)

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Winter Shopping

"Ready?" Preeti stood at the door, very much bathed and ready herself, shopping basket in hand. "Do we need baskets?" Rashmi said, picking up her handbag. "Oh. Don't we? Force of habit." Rashmi ...

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Dahi Paapdi Chaat

I needed spice. Yes, spice. Not the spice you’re thinking of. Not America’s dispiriting replacement for cannabis; the garam masala and the red chillies and the green chillies and the black pepper and ...

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Restricted Entry

Am I afraid to face a blank screen of MS Word? Probably, yes. Why else would I binge watch ‘The Office’, a full season 5, watch every silly video of a cat or a dog or a precocious infant posted by ...

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Toxin

From the balcony of my seventh floor apartment, I spot a man. He is wearing half-shirt and a trouser. His dress is soiled, though it fits him well. A semblance of footwear drags him along. His hair ...

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Dreams of Déjà vu - Chapter One

Rochelle Potkar

If you hear a voice within you say you cannot paint, then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced. ~Vincent Van Gogh Twenty-five-year-old Nathan Raman tried to cut out the way light fell ...

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Deserted

After I’d waited for fifteen minutes in the hot sun, my cab finally arrived. I got into the back seat of the cab and asked him immediately - “Bhaiya, please switch on the AC?” He replied ...

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Letters

I miss writing letters. The smell of fresh paper. The feeling of holding a pencil and staring at the top left corner, confused. How to begin? Dear Al... Nay, not like this. I crumple up the sheet and ...

 4.3 (206)

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Swirls

17.1.17 Whose life am I living? Amma, is Pawan, your definition of a ‘suitable boy’? Are you happy now? Twilight at the horizons, don’t keep reminding me of the dance dresses I’d never wear. I am ...

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Hello

“Hello, I am calling from XYZ bank, are you interested in a personal loan?” the female voice on the other side of the phone irritated Anil so much that he wanted to throw his phone. But quickly ...

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Another Day in Paradise

I haven’t booked the fucking tickets. Stomach’s growling and the acids are churning. Why is that woman staring at me? Why do women stare at me? Oh my God, I haven’t booked my tickets. What the hell ...

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Dreams of Déjà vu - Chapter Two

Rochelle Potkar

Nathan’s father, Mr. Narmadan Raman, was in the business of transporting people through his fleet of luxury buses. He was at the cusp of a business expansion, buying a few more buses to ply ...

 4.2 (13)

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From A Land Called Freedom

He comes from a place in time where limbs of men don't work like a puppet's. His body isn't tied to strings synthesised with fabric of conventions, expectations or norms. He moves freely to wherever ...

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Calendar

Every evening, cool breeze from the Ganges used to find its way through the solitary window of Baby’s shack, after the siren from the jute mill shrieked to announce a recess for the second shift, on ...

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Expunged

Kamala watched the muddy raindrop slide along the tender stem of the sapling. The sapling grew through a crack along concrete in a corner of the sidewalks. That crack was new, she could tell. She did ...

 4.5 (33)

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Revverie

The city deconstructed and reconstructed itself around his bike. It was as if he was flowing through a viscous fluid, cutting a straight line across the forces that were trying to hold him back. They ...

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THE CHALLENGE

asish chakraborty

Gopalkrishna Pal was a great friend of ours. He was mostly famous for his ‘queer’ doings at school. His weird habit was to repeat doing every little things three times. For instance, when he ...

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Insta Reality

Malavika was very happy. It was going to be a good day. She bounced up to the breakfast table and plonked herself across from her father. “Baba, Baba. Listen!” she said. Her father lowered his ...

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