Short Stories

A Single Red Rose

The day was almost over. Weary spouses were returning home after another long, tiring day. Usually, when the light turned red, it was a cause of irritation for most of the drivers. But today things were different. At each red light encountered, a lot of guilt-ridden faces rolled down their windows, their eyes looking around for a little flicker of hope. That hope today was Raju. ” Take a Rose Saab! For Madam. Such a beautiful one….. it would make her happy! ” “How much?” The relieved ‘Saab’ asked, with one eye at the stop light. “50 rs for...

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Sundari and Sha

Naren was pacing nervously, up and down the maternity ward. After what seemed eons, the nurse walked out gingerly. “It is a girl.” She said softly. She was wondering if there would be any Bakshish. To her utter surprise, Naren hugged her tight and beamed, “The goddess herself, has come to our house in the navratras, to bless us!”. He gave her some money and rushed in, to check on his newborn and his wife Suma. The nurse smiled. ‘There are some men left in this world!’, she thought, as she walked back to check on her other patients....

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It Is Not About You

“Want to share an awesome news with you. My son has topped the University and has got admission into Stanford with a full scholarship.” “Wow! That is awesome”, they had all chorused together. Only one of them remarked,”Oh! How nice. My daughter had also topped the University last year.” ————– “My dad is in the hospital and he is critical. His lungs are not working fully. I am so lost and alone.” “Be strong. Look at me. My mother had been in the hospital for five months and she could not survive. But here I am. You will also...

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A Blissful Morning ..Ahh Really?

Sometimes I wonder why o why …the big man sitting above…why does he always make me the chosen one…?? A blissful morning …you get a call from your son that he is coming home(from his hostel) along with his friends.He declares the names of the dishes in such a breathless manner that will surely put Shankar Mahadevan and his “breathless” to shame…and I kept nodding my head making a mental note of all the dishes … Alright let me confess I am a self-proclaimed good cook who has this khoobsoorat see masoom see galamfehmi that she cooks very well..n all...

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Father Time -Mother n Son

I see her sitting quietly by her plants, next to her Ganesh idol, her island of peace, staring blankly at her phone. She wipes her tears and reaches out to her by-now-ice-cold coffee and cups it for solace. As an afterthought, puts the cup back, looks at her Ganesh for concurrence and checks the phone again. She then shakes it, as if to will it, to do her bidding. The mobile is made of sterner stuff and is stone cold. It obstinately refuses to ring. I see her going through Ummeed’s messages. Ummeed, her only son, came as a...

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The Old Age Home

Mrs Dikshit held the manure bag in her left hand and slowly spread it evenly on the flower beds she has painstakingly readied. The saplings had been planted already. She then moved on to take out the weeds from the small grass patch. Finishing up, she went to clean herself and change. A beautiful blue cotton saree with a Paisley print was her favourite. It had been gifted to her by her son when he had got his first salary. This was something that she cherished. Putting her silver-grey hair into a nice bun, she put on her trademark...

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