The Story of Dukhu and Sukhu: A Folktale of Odisha Retold

The bad things have a tendency to overshadow the good things of life. Yet when it comes to memories the bad memories of past gradually fade and nostalgia overpowers our emotions. As time is passing my nostalgia is fading chiefly because lack of scope of refreshing the memories by meeting old friends and extended family, … More The Story of Dukhu and Sukhu: A Folktale of Odisha Retold

The Life Coaches

It may have been assumed the hottest bed of gossip is the writers’ room of 24/7 news channels where they discuss important stuffs like “did Kareena’s child brush his teeth today?” But actually the hottest bed of gossip is the posh Ladies Club of the city. But Kirty (with an Y because as her mother … More The Life Coaches

Someone Special

In contrast to her usual hurried walk in the aisles, that day Veena was more into “standing and staring” mode. She couldn’t stop looking at the mother and son duo, her fellow shoppers. Veena generally used to pop in the nearest store for her grocery shopping in the lunch break to avoid crowd and long … More Someone Special

Like A Dream

Navin gave a full throaty laugh to himself while filling his imaginary personal details in his new Facebook account. He could not remember when he had he last laughed this freely without any pretension. So Facebook was already making him happy. He was one of the rare persons who had not made a Facebook (FB) … More Like A Dream

The Endings

I could see another eager look from two tables away in the restaurant. I am used to now these eager looks and the awkward effort to talk and then the request to sign their copy of my book. And to think some people say, “reading book for pleasure is dead”. If I can be totally … More The Endings


Again John was having the “Rebel without a cause” thoughts and only difference was he had causes and some more causes. He hated the whole world not because the whole world is terrible but because his own world had always been cruel, unforgiving or even worse absolutely indifferent. He had spent almost all of his … More Home

The Myths of Xyz

0 Long long ago in a far away land lived a mighty warrior named Xyz (pronounced as Jeez). He was brave, just, clever marksman and talented swordfighter. Going by these attributes we may assume he was young, tall with great physic. He might have been all that but we don’t know for certain. In fact … More The Myths of Xyz

Few Tiny Tales

The Housewife’s Horror Story The housewife was sitting in kitchen after scrubbing and cleaning the whole house. Her daughter came from outside running from front door to kitchen. The housewife looked lovingly at daughter’s face, body and stopped suddenly with horror . . . . . . . . . at the muddy feet. Money … More Few Tiny Tales

Paper Boat

Last night I dreamt I have turned into a paper boat. As a paper boat I was floating aimlessly and powerlessly on rain water, puddle water, clear water, muddy water, dirty water, gutter water, deep water, shallow water and many other waters. My OCD mind revolted while floating on the dirty water, gutter water and … More Paper Boat