Category: Short Stories

I wrote this piece sometime back. I had just quit my 8-5 to chase the ghost that is writing and things were so rocky it was laughable. Men

Right off the bat this article won’t have a specific direction but don’t leave me here alone in the cold with all these words. Writing is already an

The clouds are dark and ominous and the weather is unforgivingly cold. My fingers are frozen and my legs feel like two blocks of ice. I drag myself

I am no longer the girl who had her life put together: the fun loving girl who used to find happiness in small things. I am no longer

The first time a girl knocked on our door asking for me, mama was ecstatic—she couldn’t stop smiling: being the only son you would think she would have

I sit hunched in a corner at the subway my eyes darting for signs of a good Samaritan while at the same time trying to hide from the

I want to do this book review differently, it explores the quality of life and I want to paint a picture of how fleeting life can get without

Also published on Brittle Paper I’m running late, I have just lied to baba again, I do that a lot of times nowadays. Baba doesn’t understand that I