Short Stories

I Carry Your Heart

“I carry your heart  I carry it in my heart” Thought the teary-eyed recuperating patient, in the intensive care unit. In a split second, back to the time and place where it had all started. They were childhood friends, who grew up with same tastes, who developed intense feelings for each other. They knew they couldn’t let the world sneak in on their secret. It wouldn’t understand with its draconian divisions. So they masqueraded their affection as ‘close-friendship’ lest the hyper vigilante society separated them, punishing them. They then decided that the first world with it’s more liberal outlook...

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True Love Never Grows Old

He wore a designer black suit with an overall subtle urban toning and feel to it.A neatly folded white kerchief was slipped in his chest pocket.He was smelling irresistible..the musk was making captives of the people around him…… He looked at his watch and started getting irritated… “Honey I had booked the table for 8 pm…and now it seems we will only reach at 8am…” he tried to mellow down his tone…but perhaps failed in his attempt. “Just a moment…am almost done,” she said sweetly… He started tapping the floor…a visible sign of irritation and restlessness….. Another ten mins...

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Sheer Ecstasy…..The Taste of Heaven

She was shy…didn’t have many friends so she always walked alone… Pretty as a picture…beauty of million blooming flowers…she looked no less than the work of Picasso… All the eyes used to be resting on her while she walked oblivion to the attention she got… One day while coming back from her institute….she happened to see him… A successful businessman..having his set up in the posh locality of the city….he sure was quite an eye candy for all. He sure was a man in demand…..her heart fluttered…n she decided to lock all her shyness in the closet and express...

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Life in Gurgaon-Part V

My lane had about fifty houses and in a periphery of about two hundred odd rambling structures, there was only one famous figure whom everyone used to call Mataji.I could never judge her age, for the entire span of ten years that I had stayed there she had looked the same. Beautifully etched features, tall with an air of confidence, she was the go-to person if one needed advice or wanted to sit with a cup of tea and listen to the neighbourhood gossip. I was very amused at first at the control that this lady had over her...

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Do the Little Bit of Good Wherever You Are!

She picked up a gorgeous red dress in the store…stuck it against her bosom n took a moment off to admire herself in the mirror…millions of dreams came floating before her eyes….dreamy-eyed,she looked quite a sight…but the very next moment she shrugged herself out of the dreamland..with an aching heart she put the dress back ..adjusted her I Card and got back to work….attending to the clients visiting the boutique store in a posh mall of the city.The price tag of the dress kept haunting the tiny dreams of this young sales girl… In the men section of the...

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Life In Gurgaon -Part IV

Too much of my ranting so today I will tell you about New Colony,though there was nothing new to it. This area was supposed to be one the better ones. The houses were large and the roads wide. Though many of the houses had been constructed about fifty years ago,yet they looked good. So many were rebuilding their houses to accommodate their sons’ families post marriage or to accommodate larger families of brothers. Many famous doctors and dentists resided here. The colony had a very small market,which had two landmarks,Kishu di hatti and Mangle di kulfi. The sweet shop...

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