He lay there on his back, waiting for her to arrive, as he did on every Sunday, staring into nothingness, waiting for her to look down at him and say those words…..those words, which made him feel the most loved person in the world. The park used to be a deserted piece of land,…
Tag: Short Stories
A Child ….. No More
The little child stood clinging on to the hand of his father as he tried to look through the crowd of people standing in the front of them. They were all listening to some person, whom he didnt know, standing on a makeshift stage, giving a speech about some other person, whom he also didnt…
The Matchbox
He stood in the middle of the small tribal settlement, a fire-torch in his hand and a matchbox in another. Fires raged all around him as he directed his men to set the little grass and wood houses alight. There were people running everywhere trying to save themselves, but his face was calm,…
“My Name Is Abdul”
He peered through the dim light, around his basement, at the four people hunched up on the floor below, as he sat on the single cot lined up by the wall. A middle aged man with a woman and two little girls. They were huddled in the corner, with the man putting his hands protectively…
The Dark Room
The Stranger stood there, leaning against the tree as he watched a man standing by the door of a small house. He was surrounded by around 50 young guys listening to whatever it was that he was saying. The man must have been in his 60s, at the most. He made a rather impressive figure,…
The Desi Cracked Pot 