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.
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You may have heard many stories in your life. Stories about animals and dwarfs and giants when you were kids, stories about places and people and experiences thereafter. I realised that as we grow older, our stories become sadder and sadder. Humour is often sarcastic, stories that get retold are laced in negativity. The sense
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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
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