Incidences in Fahistan

This dates back to 27th of February 1952 and it happened to be a leap year when Mrs. Singh gave birth to a baby boy who'd grow up to be the protagonist of this story. The boy was named Rajendra Singh and had a pleasant childhood despite the fact that he was a thin boy… Continue reading Incidences in Fahistan

As the smoke rose up

I think I could have done a better job if I had my camera with me but anyway I like this photograph I took. Looks like a scene from some movie, where a bad guy is standing at a train signal and waits for the train to pass. As he waits, he is smoking a… Continue reading As the smoke rose up

The man

There was a man Standing outside a shop Under the streetlight He had a cigarette in his hand Which he puffed every other second The smoke mixed well With the fog And the cold night Gave it a more mysterious feeling He didn't hurry with his cigarette It seems he enjoyed it After a while… Continue reading The man

The Pyramid

Mr. Mankell died of cancer some weeks ago. He is one of my favourite writers, having read several of his Kurt Wallander series I decided to pick this one up. This is where you get to read about how Kurt became a detective, read till page 70 and so far it is good. Lastly, he… Continue reading The Pyramid

His Guilt – Short Story

He sat near his window staring into the dark night and thought about what he had done. Something had gotten into him and it all happened very fast. Now the night and the darkness did not scare him like they used to, the monsters that chased him weren't there anymore but he was afraid, he… Continue reading His Guilt – Short Story

Camping Misadventure – Short Story

Dear diary.I know that it was a foolish idea,going on trekking all alone.I shouldn't have done it,at least not this time. I packed my bag with all the necessary stuff for trekking,I also put some food that would last for 3 days and I'd return home just in time.But little did I know that future… Continue reading Camping Misadventure – Short Story

Dark Lane

It was dark The footsteps were heard He looked squinting Expecting someone To emerge from the lane The footsteps vanished But nobody came out A loud gunshot Was all he heard He gathered some courage Moved towards the dark lane There a┬áman lay dead A gun still clutched in his hand Somebody in the shadows… Continue reading Dark Lane