The gift arrives The gift managed to change Sudha’s world as unexpectedly as it appeared on her tea tray. It came in a brown envelope and lay innocuously on the tray where Rita, her full-time maid had placed it. Sudha sat staring at it and finally decided to open it. Stirring her tea distractedly, Sudha held up a birthday card that came out of the envelope. Her mouth relaxed in a smile as she realized it was from her son and daughter-in-law wishing her on her 60th Birthday. Sudha had…
Category: Short Stories
A category that comprises short stories. These are tiny tales that are easy to read. It also comprises story excerpts. The genre of stories it includes are:
- Relationships
- Supernatural
- Life
- Humour
The stories are quick and easy to read. It provides fun reading. Stories are related to life and every day experience.
Footprints in the Sand
Munia curled up her little toes as she stepped out on the hot sand. It was 10 in the morning and the sun was shining brightly. The azure blue sea, rushing up to meet the shore and crashing onto the rocks baring its white teeth in a foamy laughter, had beckoned her as she had stood watching it from her balcony. It was a beautiful day and Munia was ready to build the perfect sand castle. Her little fingers curled around the knot tying her netted bag that held all…
Something New – Birth Pangs of A Father
Her breath, short and hurried, rose and fell rhythmically with every push as she focused all her energies on creating something new. The pain was unbearable making her dig her nails deep into his skin creating tiny red arcs . He winced but ignored it as he held her, deeply engrossed in something new. He waited anxiously to watch his creation take shape after months of waiting. Then she came covered in her blood, squinting up at the world to claim it as her own. He looked up perspiring, his…
The Run
The Realization Sonia looked up at the clock with a worried expression as she tugged at her jeans with a last frantic effort to get it up her swelling girth. She knew she was getting late for work but the jeans simply refused to go up any further and there were still several more inches to cover till it reached her waist. Every morning as she stuffed herself into them she had feared it would soon come to this. She just did not know it would be so soon. With…
The Accident
Rati and Rohan are driving down the Mumbai-Pune Highway on a rainy night when a woman who has met with an accident approaches them for help. Who is she and should they help her? What if the accident costs them more than they can afford?
Short Story – The Room Below
The Fear Mira was scared. They seemed to be all over the place. The men in white wearing stiff black caps with huge black pistols hugging their waists. She did not know why but the sight of uniformed police men swarming her neighbour’s compound made her go cold. “There! There! Can you see his legs hanging? Can you see it Mira?” Latika, her maid, was pointing out to her excitedly. “Stop it Latika!” her mother had chided the maid. “Take Mira downstairs. Can’t you see she is scared?” Saddened at…
Short Story – The Chant of Faith
Short story about a doctor’s trust in Faith She pushed in the needle well aware that a bad stitch would leave the child scarred for life. “Does that hurt sweetie?” crooned the mother standing behind her. The child lay still before Amrita, eyes brimming with tears. She was not looking at her mother. Her eyes were fixed on Amrita, searching. Amrita knew that glance. Her patients would always look at her at moments such as these and she would placate them. She smiled back looking deep into her eyes while…
The King’s Offering
Mohan settled down in his usual place near the traffic signal. He looked up and realised she was still there on the other side of the road. He averted his eyes quickly though not before she had shifted her gaze too. It seemed that neither could face each other – the little girl in a worn down printed dress and the one- armed beggar. The father and the daughter. He willed her to leave but knew she would be there till he was done. It was the same everyday ever…
The Dress
Mala waited anxiously to see if the dress would fit her. She had fallen for it the moment she saw it. It was a pretty lacy ensemble with pink and white floral prints embossed all over it. She knew from the moment she saw the dress that it belonged to Kavyaa. Though her daughter would need to put on some weight to get into the dress perfectly, but Mala would wait. As soon as the doctors removed the tubes and the pipes from her baby, Kavyaa would grow into the…
The Clock
Tick Tock! Tick Tock! Tick Tock! It would simply go on all day grating on Gandharv’s senses! Its incessant rusty twang was fast accelerating from an irritation to becoming intolerable. Sometimes he wished he could simply wrench it out of the wall where it was lodged since forever and throw it out. The Clock was a headache. Moreover, it gave the wrong time and would groan out a gong at the wrong hour of the day. Gandharv however, was not invested with the power to announce its banishment from the…
