Draupadi

When you’ve been told all your life that you were special and you wake up one day to realize you’re not, what do you do? You put on your mother’s sari and her lipstick, and audition for the role of Draupadi in your co-educational college play. Damn your moustache and sideburns, damn your manhood, those…

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The lunatic virgin

“Even when the sky is falling down, don’t let me go,” I smiled while he was singing this song for the 200th time expressing his conditional love. Pictures makes you conjure up all the memories you’d have always wanted to hide under walls. This was the last snap we had together. Him reciting his fake…

The Soliloquy of a Soul

The Soliloquy of a Soul By Karthik C   All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. -Leo Tolstoy   1 There is something special about petrichor. For me, it was a gentle foreshadowing of pleasant things to come. The rhythmic battering of unseasonal rains against the carriage window formed myriad apophenic…

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THE ABATTOIR

She sat in the Starbucks cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The blood stained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her blue silk scarf. The cries of the wild night bustling with nocturnal junkies and pedestrians were deafened by the thick glass beside her. Her trembling hands settled the…

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Duel of Derika

Derika dragged her feet and groaned as she glimpsed the looming shadow of the arena. It’s massive iron gates slowly, reluctantly, grated open, perhaps as reluctant to let Derika in, as she was to get into the arena. Her father walked, proud next to Derika, a whole five inches shorter than her. The duel was…

The MakeOver

Many people think about their past. Many people talk about their past. Many people live in their past. But the rest of them? They slaughter their past! Murder it. Butcher it. Take a sharp knife and cut it into thousand pieces. Then collect all of them and throw into a forest. Let the wild animals…

Poetic Titles and Poet Tributes

Short story writers normally write a story and then think of a title for their pieces. Today, we are going to do the opposite. We shall begin with choosing a title and then write a story for the chosen title. How do we go about choosing the perfect title to pen our story? We do…

City Lights

That was a long night of February, when I meet my soul dancing around in one of the pubs of Mumbai. I gulped shots after shots, gathering all the courage to walk to her. She was a goddess dressed in black off-shoulder dress hugging her bosom perfectly. She was swaying to the melody, and his…

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