Short Stories

Motu Uncle [click here…]
The destiny of man is in his own soul.
– Herodotus

“Carrot? Should I give you um um um …“He stammered staring at me with uncertainty.


Stuck On [click here…]
I’m singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feelin’
I’m happy again’

Now where did I hear that?


Row Row row your boat [click here…]
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.


The familiar stranger [click here…]
“You know, it was never mine, really. She never did give it to me, really. It was meant to be.” Aparna’s big brown eyes filled with tears as she confessed to her daughter, Meera.

“What? Who?” Meera grabbed her mother’s shoulder urgently, as the clock on the wall struck twelve – the midnight hour. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she couldn’t help but think about the prior events…


He believed in me [click here…]
“My grandfather gave me the greatest gift, he believed in me!” said my new boss, my childhood buddy.


A Day of Celebration [click here…]
Today, I celebrate, today i rejoice,alas it’s September 12th. Today, I pray and thank god. Yet, why these shadows?

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