People. I hate people. And now they are everywhere. In this city, lots of them. And a Mumbai local train is packed with the horror. I am...

Mr. Gupta looked solemn. It seemed like he had a hard day at work. He usually had. His ragged tweed suit and worn-out leather shoes spoke...

This is a probable extension to the great story of 'Frankenstein' authored by Mary Shelley. I drafted this for an assignment back in school.

A story in less than a 100 words.

Everyone sleeps. Each in their own way. Some sleep on soft mattresses, some on tight straw. The material upon which one sleeps might tell...

Eight-year old Aryan alighted from the schoolbus.The lost expression on his face was soon remoulded into a cheery smile; in front of him,...

​It was cold that evening. Shivering, we turned onto Station Road. The plan was simple. It was two and half hours before the train would...

Being an avid reader, there have been many books that have made significant contributions to my life. However, this particular book...

​A growling noise it was; I could feel my stomach grumble. It was over three hours since we had the tiffin (which evidently hadn't been...

"I am sorry, Mr. Doshi, he hasn't shown much improvement in this term." "But Sir, the previous term's reports did promise success." "I am...

The streetlight flickered on. It's incomplete glow flooded in through the French windows that separated the balcony from the living room....