SHORT STORY

“What!!!” cried Gina in shock with a barely stifled shout in the bustling restaurant in Hong Kong Island.

“I’m sorry I had to tell you this now… but I thought you had a right to know.” muttered a mortified Kathy.

Kiran and Pradeep were ecstatic – after all their families had finally agreed for their marriage post two years of constant persuasion.

Another April evening. High above, the clouds, the colour of soot, as if they had been born of the smoke from the trains that rattled past the length of the city, piled up in the fading light and glowered down upon the hoardings, the buildings lit up for the night, the streets teeming with cars, buses, autos and trekkers

The sister in charge rushed out of her office. The housekeeping staff seemed to be having a
battle royale in the middle of the postnatal ward and in the middle of the visiting hours too.
Somebody had left the trolley in the labour room or left a patient in radiology or medicines in the
store

I am Nisha, the night. It could have been a mysterious name, had it not been so common. My new Facebook profile shows me in glasses. I suddenly want to look serious. I want to be taken seriously. For I have a job.

Tina and Tonmoy became friends in college because of their common love for poetry. When they first met, Tonmoy had already acquired some fame as a young poet. Tina shared the same passion, though she was not much into writing . She was more into singing

It was the most auspicious day of the Durga Puja days – Maha Ashtami. The Bhardwaj household in the town of Jorhat, Assam was tense. The elder Mr. & Mrs. Bhardwaj could not bear the tension to go to the hospital and decided to spend the time at the Puja pandal near their house, with their friends. Their daughter in law was undergoing a caesarian operation for her pregnancy in the J.B. Hospital. Ashok,

Sikha was hardly awake when her cell-phone rang that day. It was 7.30 in the morning and she chided herself that she overslept . The incessant ringing of the phone jerked her out of the sweet embrace of the lazily retreating sleep and she picked up the phone, noticed that it was Amrit’s call and quickly said hello with a warm glow of happiness enveloping her. Amrit was ringing up from New York on his ride back from office

Bye – I am leaving – don’t wait for me for dinner! I will be late as I have to complete the legal papers that we spoke about last night

One whiff and he knew the ‘pedes’ hadn’t seen the light of day. Neither had their leather companions. Jimmy cradled the kickers on his toweled lap and proceeded to transform them to a podiatrist’s dream