The Old Man

Posting a story I had written a long time back It was a beautiful morning on the hills of Darjeeling. I had woken up early (around 2:00 A.M.) to visit Tiger Hill, the summit of Ghoom about 11 km from the city. The main attraction of the place is the view of the sunrise over … Continue reading

The Sock Gang Chronicles – 5

Previously: Episode 4

The Sock Gang Chronicles – 4

Previously: Episode 3

The Homecoming: Part 2

Second part of the story by Amiti. If you have missed the first part, here is the link: Part 1 “Ohhhh….” she said suddenly, “It makes no difference whatsoever. It’s just Mrs. Kapoor. Plain. Expressionless. Almost emotionless. Just Mrs. Kapoor in the background, just as always. As always, “Geeta, the non-speaka!” Always. Mrs. Kapoor. Just … Continue reading

The Homecoming: Part 1

Written by Amiti, my little, 6 years younger, teenage cousin. She is quite inclined towards literature and art. I had a chance to catch up with her during my recent stay in Bangalore. A lively young girl who am sure is going to go places. 🙂 The old woman lifted a cautious, wrinkled hand towards … Continue reading


Young Aimee was now leading the much depleted herd. She was chosen after the sudden demise of the previous matriarch Varuna, who was run over by a speeding train while they were crossing the railway line. The accident had happened a few days ago when a couple of young ones got stuck in the track. … Continue reading

The Heart’s Secret

On special demand by Pallavi and Sapna, I have written this love story. Actually, this is the first time I have written a love story. It has love as an emotional binder, but it is different. A story which has an ending but no beginning. Names of the characters were suggested by Sapna. Read on………. … Continue reading

Shardool – Part 4

This is the fourth and the final part. Previously: Shardool 1, Shardool 2, Shardool 3 On his way back he bought some chains. He had decided that Shardool cannot be let loose in the night. He will have to chain him till a permanent solution could be found. Things went peacefully till one day a … Continue reading

Shardool – Part 3

Previously: Shardool – Part 2 Since his last adventure Shardool had become quite vary of mirrors. He treated them like a source of evil magic. His body always quivered in front of one. He was now one year old and was able to fend off for himself, but it would be almost another year before … Continue reading

Shardool – Part 2

This is Part – 2 of the story titled Shardool. For those who missed Part – 1 here is the link: Shardool-1 Shardool was growing stronger by the day and Venkatesh understood that the farmhouse, though spread over a large area, was too small a playground for him. He needed the open air; he was … Continue reading

Shardool – Part 1

Venkatesh was an introvert person and he hardly talked to anyone. His social circle was nothing to brag about and he lived alone in a large farmhouse in a village on the outskirts of Kozhikode city near the suburb Kuttiyilthazham, in Kerela. It was night time, the fires were lit and men in groups patrolled … Continue reading