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The Lady in the Lake – A Short Story

Once upon a time, there was a little girl. Beautiful, older for her age, with a dash of mystery and mischief about her. She was short for her age, had dark eyes like a doe, long eyelashes, a freckled face, and slightly big ears. But it was her hair that she was immediately noticed for.…

The Mysterious Messenger – A Short Story

It was three years. Three years since that hot rainy day in October when he left her. Well, three years and nine days to be accurate. That’s one thousand one hundred and four days precisely. Not that she could change anything. Not now, not then. She had seen it coming for years. The habitual drinking,…

Love in the Time of Corona – A Short Story

By: Asha Seth November 15, 2020November 20, 2020

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When he stepped into the balcony that morning, the wind felt dry. Devoid of not just moisture, but feelings too. The ocean in the distance was as flat as paper and as silent as a grave. He wondered if it was there at all. He felt as though parched expanses of land were grazing his…

The Parting – A Short Story

Perhaps, it is a dream. But I look around. I see myself stretched upon the bed. I am wearing the same saree from last night that I had gotten sick on. The dried puke is still smeared upon the floral print of the silk. Oh, how I love floral prints! I must’ve fallen asleep right…