Short Story

City Nithinkumar J Pathanapuram The sleepless city was waiting for the new dawn. The city does not sleep for long.

The Proud Tree Aradhya Shristi Once upon a time, in a forest, there were two trees, Jamun and Fig tree.

Manu was lying under the shade of Eucalyptus trees savoring its faint fragrance. She was gazing at the sky, the azure blue sky with white clouds like cotton balls taking different shapes and titillating her imagination

You are my happiness
Said to be honest
When I listen your voice
I fallen love with you
Again and again

Forgotten Ways Nithinkumar J Pathanapuram “I have to write two more lines, as proof that I lived before I died.

The Droplets of Life Raihan Siddiqui “Gus, come down and have your breakfast, honey”, Erin called him, “You will be

fter a long gap of nearly a decade Nihar had finally flown down from the U.S to his native State Assam……He was driving his Honda City car along the banks of the Brahmaputra River on that old M.G. Marg of that always overcrowded Fancy Bazar area of the ever bustling city of Guwahati…..

Have you ever seen the city at night? The traffic signals lazily blink yellow when the hustle bustle settles down for a brief period. The crowded streets are empty with the stray dogs sleeping or hunting in the bins. The overflowing garbage discarded in the bins is getting scattered in the footpaths & the edges

My wife, Shreya, kept reminding me that it was time to go out for our evening walk in the downtown park in Bellevue. Riaan, my son, had not yet returned from his office at Microsoft, Seattle

It was pitch dark in the room.

The only visible object was the shining radium dial of the time-piece which was showing quarter to ten.