Stories

The Hollow

He passed his time with cigarettes and watching the silhouettes of curvy women as they undressed in the dim light of his room; the eyes of a stranger and a kiss...

A MOMENT OF EXES…

The night was dark, yet serene. It was the sixth night of June, 2013, when cutting through the cool breeze of Nariman point, Aryaman and Karishma entered The Tr...
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Ghost

I have always been fascinated and I must add, rather afraid of anything remotely inclined towards the supernatural. While it is only curious that such encounter...

Cappuccino

He was a man of few words. Very few words. He was also a man of routine. There never was a day when he did not follow his fixed schedule. He diligently woke up ...

Why do we write?

Once, sitting in the coffeehouse with my worn out notebook where I jotted down new ideas whenever they would hit me, I asked myself how did I start writing. ...

Too Much, Too Little

As he flicked through the letters, a small, handwritten envelope caught his attention and his heart began to thump. Fifteen years is a pretty long time, isn’...