Category: Stories

Mingling With the Invisible and the Unknown

this post of mine is a real-life experience

Sep 21, 2009 | 2 comments | View Post

Honesty ! (My 55 Fiction)

He looked confused, looked left and right. All of them were writing in full swing. The teacher was standing near the first row. He quickly took out the small paper rolled inside the pen cap and quickly glanced through it.
Correct Answers!
He handed over the answer sheet with joy of answering all questions correctly
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Well, I had [...]

Sep 20, 2009 | 4 comments | View Post

Itz raining

“Itz raining…” came a shrill voice from drawing hall. That was my sister.
It was 7:00 AM…a pleasant Saturday early morning. Window panes were bearing tiny transparent pimples, which the rain droplets had caused. It was cool outside. It had just started drizzling. I was in my bed under the blanket, warm and cozy in half [...]

Sep 19, 2009 | 6 comments | View Post

Ruksana Part III- The shattered dreams

“This is the continuation of the extract from the memoirs of a 9 year old boy called Jay. This story is about childhood innocence, child labour, God, miracles,and affection/love. This part is about how the 9 year old boy discovers the difference between his dream world and the real one. It can be best enjoyed [...]

Sep 17, 2009 | 3 comments | View Post

Ruksana Part 2

 
 
I get bored easily when I am not doing anything so I want to do something all the time. I stand outside the house and see the road. But it is very sunny in the afternoon and amma allows me to go out of the house only after 5:30 in the evening. So, inside the [...]

Sep 15, 2009 | 2 comments | View Post

Ruksana

“This story will appeal to people who feel strongly about child labour, gender equality and pure love. It is an extract from the memoirs of a 9 year old boy who lived in a small town called Marthandam in kanyakumari district, Tamil Nadu, India.”

My name is Jay and I am 9 years old. I [...]

Sep 14, 2009 | 1 comment | View Post

Good and Bad liasons – A short Story

Good and Bad liasons – A short Story

The city : Its a busy street; a string of fancy cloth stores dotting the left and a line of restaurants under brightly lit hoardings on the right. People walk around haphazardly, sub-consciously avoiding bikes and cars. He, with a heavy bag, walks carefully but uncertainly, avoiding bumping [...]

Aug 29, 2009 | 3 comments | View Post
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