Stories that I wrote
She called it peaceful.
I called it suspicious.
Somewhere between the rain that fell too straight and the silence that felt too deliberate, I began to realise that nature, the one we romanticise from behind city windows and YouTube soundtracks, has a sense of humour.
This short story about Trekking begins with mud. It escalates quickly.
Here is a story I wrote some years back. The Indispire post this week talked about unfinished stories. I have tonnes of them. Do I plan to finish it? I am not sure… The day was warm, very very warm. It was just the beginning of October, a time when the Mumbai weather turned from …
A six word story. Also in response to The Daily Post’s weekly writing challenge: “Flash Fiction.”
I love writing stories. They are the best creative outlet according to me. You need nothing but your imagination and a story is born. Just like that. Inspite of this, I dont write stories anymore. Why is that you may ask…
She was nervous and fidgety as she rode the escalator. What if he screamed, refused the interview and threw her out? Don’t be silly. He won’t recognize you. What if he did? He wouldn’t. Celebrity Reporter Dianne Cooper’s stylized self bore no resemblance to the disguised, teenaged DeeCee he had met. She had ascended …