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 Window Seat

  Sukanya knew it was him the moment he boarded the bus. The slouched shoulders and the bushy eyebrows could not belong to anybody else. His hair had thinned out no doubt. Sukanya smiled as she remembered how she had loved running her hand through the thick mane once upon a time. It seemed like time had left her standing at the same place where he had left her or was it she who refused to move? “ Was Sukanya’s love able to defy the mere constraints set by death?…

A Holiday in Hoylake

Image Credit: www.pexel.com “That must be a white swan over there and that one will be a teddy bear” thought little Ria as she stared at the while cottony clouds flying by her aircraft window. While her parents dozed off next to her, Ria spent her time making up imaginary characters out of the shapes of clouds that floated by her window. It was her summer holidays and she was off to visit her Mother’s uncle who lived in the United Kingdom. Ria had heard about the UK in her…

The Inner Me

I am a little person. I am new to the world as I have been here for only three years and already its sights and fancies are beginning to amaze me. I have already been introduced to a new feeling which people around me call “fear”. My first experience of this new feeling came when I learnt that my mother, the person who I was most used to seeing around me for all these years of my life, was soon going to be replaced by several unknown or not so…

A Few Square Feet

A few square feet can make all the difference. My childhood was spent in the comfort of a spacious apartment in a prime location ignorant of the agonies of house hunting which most people often have to go through. My first brush with this exciting adventure came when I was about to get married. My fiance was adamant that we shall buy our own apartment before we say “I do”. Hence we started a search for that little dream house – that perfect haven, our own little nook of happiness far away from this big bad world. However, our interactions with…