SHORT STORY

The Ladies were moving around aimlessly in the compound. The old age home for ladies were either homeless or suffering from dementia. Some were limping from old wounds and some were held to walk around due to ailments. But one was seated near the gate.

She had been looking out of the window all evening, as day slipped slowly into night and the streetlights and headlights of cars came on. Four floors below, children were returning home, dribbling balls. From the trees swaying and bowing

It was one of those journeys. Seated across her, I stared outside at the railway station. The hustle and bustle was as intricate part of the platform as her darting eyes. Yet they maintained a steelness in them

“Sims, do you remember Christmas, four years ago ?” He asked me, bandaging my bleeding hand.

“Of course, I do. That was the first time we had talked endlessly all day. It’s like, we talked about every single thing in the entire world. Wasn’t it a beautiful day?”

This afternoon 160 years ago, Emily felt a Funeral, in her Brain. Have you noticed how death lingers pacific large around you? It behaves like an omnipotent existence, fairly beautiful, sat bound to the earth, to the grey of one’s ashes and hug your chest while the rain seeps through the soil, your decaying human skin

Nar3us was an advanced 3kg A.I module developed by the highly advanced inhabitants of the planet Thuspay to recce intergalactic planetary systems. The module was a highly technical cybernetic coalesced gooey lump

Just when dawn was breaking in the eastern sky, Jivan Chowdhury woke up with a start. Waking up early was a crucial part of his plan and by dozing off, he had almost botched it. Chinks of light now glimmered though the curtain partings on the window. He could faintly hear the cawing of crows

The year was 2012, my firm was on the lookout for an office space as the old address had a parking problem. We were lucky to find a decent space near the banks of the famous dighaliphukhuri pond

Mr Saikia was feeling sad and irritated from early morning today. He was struggling to read the newspaper, sitting in the armchair at the front veranda, which was his morning habit for years, but he could not concentrate