Category: Stories

  • Let there be light

    He was a worried man, and that was a new experience. His family had been running the shop for generations now. Although they had initially been into commodities, his father had turned into an electric appliances and hardware shop. He had further expanded into small gadgets. This had proved to be a winning move especially since the slew of cheap products from across the border had begun.

    He prided himself on his good relationships with his neighbours – both local as well as international, as well as his customers. So it came as a great surprise to him when a few days back, when some of his young customers chose to go to his competitor across the street, inspite of him attempting a conversation when he saw them on the street. Similar was the case with the Tibetans who lived nearby, who were his regulars, and with whom he had developed a great rapport.

    He was unable to get a fix on what had caused this sudden change, but he had been noticing that people looked away with distaste when they glanced up at the shop awning. He wondered if it had anything to do with the new signage he had been displaying outside his shop, the one that advertised chinese torches.

    until next time, olympian mistakes

  • Thus began April

    She answered the doorbell, and told him he was wanted. In his foggy early morning state, he reached the door and found a woman blinking at him. He blinked right back. To diffuse the stalemate he asked what she wanted. She said his wife had told her to wait while she sent the waste outside.

    until next time, not fool’s proof

  • Sorry Bob

    He loved wedding lunches, and was disappointed when work kept him away from one, especially since all his friends would make it. But that was nothing compared to his bemusement, when a casual enquiry on how it went got this Bob Dylan response from his friend ‘the answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind’


    until next time, fart attack

  • Having F1

    It was the first race of the season. The racecars were moving at such speeds that they seemed to fly. But at the first curve, one of the cars literally flew off the track. When he saw the name on the tail, he wasn’t surprised;it wasn’t the first time he’d seen a Kingfisher fly.


    until next time, forcing India 🙁

  • Ouch

    They said it’d be painless. A few of his friends that is, who’d gone through it recently, but he always thought there’d be some trauma, more emotional than physical. And so it was, that he woke up on the fateful day, and felt an overwhelming emotion, which made him say “Ouch, did I hit 30?”


    until next time, happy?