Short Stories on My Writings

Jhaal Muri on Train

Thu, 15 Feb 2018 14:22:14 +0000

[Author’s Note : I thought of this piece when I wanted to write something about travel and food and this memory from personal experience came to my mind, Reading time : 10-15 mins]

‘Lalgola‘ – read the tired looking LED indicator, blinking feebly. It was the only train that left from Kolkata to my ancestral hometown some 300 miles south.

Karna’s Last Moments

Thu, 15 Feb 2018 13:32:24 +0000

[Author’s Note – A short tale about the dying moments of Karna, a great warrior of Mahabharatha. I wrote this on a prompt from a friend. Its not particularly cheerful, but it shows how much karna valued his generosity and personal virtue. Reading time approx – 10-15 mins. It Starts with Karna, thinking to himself…]

Death is so sweet. I wonder why it makes people shiver . Even the strong and the wise and the intelligent quiver and lose their composure when pressed against the calm silent face of death.

Sixer Satish

Thu, 15 Feb 2018 13:27:06 +0000

[Authors Note : This story came to me almost spontaneously when I was given a prompt by a friend to write a short piece concerning sports and comedy. Its probably my best work on this blog for now. Its has many elements of comedy. Reading time: 10 mins approx. Come, go ahead , give it a read… ]

Satish loved cricket. He had always loved it, as a kid he always loved the sound of window panes cracking with the impact of his sixes that he was famous for through out his galli ( locality ). ‘Sixer’ they called him and he loved the name. Cricket helped him live, and he knew it. Growing up in the slums, without a proper family or education, cricket , was perhaps the only binding thread of the otherwise scattered pieces of his life. Without the love of cricket , he would have perhaps fallen apart or worse see himself as a failure. But with cricket, he was alive !

Nancy’s Punishment

Thu, 15 Feb 2018 13:22:35 +0000

[Author’s Note : I wrote this on a prompt at the writer’s meet, a long time ago and I found this only recently. Reading time : 3 mins]

Am I being disowned ? Thrown out , separated and discarded. Is it punishment for having troubled these lovely people for the last couple of years ? Have they finally realized that I have overstayed my welcome ?