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Story: Pandemonium

By: Ruth Z. Deming The phone, which lay beside her in bed, began to ring. “Gerry, I can’t talk now,” she said, “I’m in the middle of a movie. Call you later?” She was watching a rental of “A Night…

Story: The Girl With The Cracked Face

By: Kakoli Mukherjee  Rains in Hyderabad are like board exams. Before you can realise what’s happening, it’s all over you. You are left with no choice but deal with it stoically, cursing yourself for not being better prepared. I remember getting…

Story: Underneath the Arches

By: Gaither Stewart     “Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.” Oscar Wilde. The crowd had started yelling and hollering and clapping at the first notes from his…

Story: What Remains

By: Michael C. Keith                                   Reasons are not like garments, the worse for wearing.  –– Robert Devereux Knowing he was not long for this world, Philip Desmond decided to clean out his closet. He had not done so in…

Story: The Boy Who Loved to Dance

By: Adreyo Sen When I was a child, my relationship with my mother was often strained. I was five when she signed me up for lessons at the Maharashtra Lawn Tennis association. But I was scared of my coach, who…

Story: Town Drunk

By: Jerry Mullins People ask me “Why do you seem to like being the town drunk?” Well, when I get asked that every once in awhile, I think about it. Then I tell them, just like I am reading a list….

Lila: Jump out of the pot!

By: William T. Hathaway   “I’m getting hot,” croaked the frog as he floated in a pot of water from which steam was beginning to rise. “Me too,” croaked the other frog as she paddled listlessly. “This water used to…

Story: Four Idiots

By: Ram Prasath When Chithranjan Das, toredapage from the Calendar, it showed 23-Aug-2045. ‘Could there be someone like you, elsewhere in any planet or universe? Technology has gone to such a height, but you are still sticking to papers, notes and…

Story: Sail Away

By: Nilanjana Nag The shore at dawn blushed when touched by the first rays of the sun and caressed by the voluptuous waves of the tide. As the night sunk into its watery tomb, its final breath rose as a mist…

Story: Waiting

By: Lindsay Boyd Lakshmi was peeved to think several months had elapsed since she last put together a newsletter. Time was very much at a premium some days, she had to admit, and more often than not it was all she…