Scrooge and the Ghost of Christmas Present stood in the city streets on Christmas morning, where (for the weather was severe) the people made a rough but brisk and not...
The Bet
By Anton Chekhov It was a dark autumn night. The old banker was walking up and down his study and remembering how, fifteen years before, he had given a party...
Requiescat in pace
-By Mehul Philip He looked in the mirror every night, hoping he’d wake up a different man. But the truth was far from it. He woke up thirsty every morning....
Sacrifice
-By Shama Vijayan I drove along the winding road up the slope and as I passed through the familiar sights a wave of nostalgia mingled with painful memories swept through...
The Beggar woman
-By Shama Vijayan This is a true incident that happened to me years ago in the early 70’s when I was working in Bombay (it was Bombay in those days)....
The masks of monsters
-By Zain Merchant “You what?” she asks, incredulously. She is dressed in a lovely pink summer dress that falls with grace along her body hugging every curve and contour as...
Monster’s elixir & pet serpent
-By Zain Merchant They stood silently on the chipped brown table next to the fridge in the kitchen. They stood there patient and loyal for years. A brown garishly serpentine...
Sock Heaven
-By Divya Mangwani They were in the laundry room, struggling with the exact measurement of fabric softener. A few wisps of bubbles floated around them. “One or two?” “One and...
