Category: Stories
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Ice and the Storyteller (बर्फ़ और कहानीकार)
In the works of Kalhana, Aryaraja has been depicted as the king of Kashmir (300 BC) who was brought back to life from his dead self of Samdhimati – a wise man. Kalhana tells his story as a king who renounced worldly affairs and his throne to take on the ascetic mode of living and…
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Menaka ( मेनका )
Today, when I sit idle for days without reading, writing or working, I am reminded of the time when I had time in my hands and I did not want to have them. Having time in your hand, I believed, showed that you were not doing justice to the purposes for which you have been…
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Mumbai, or Bombay
The only thing worse than falling in love with a person is falling in love with a place. There is a city that lies on the west coast of the Indian peninsula. It was once a major port and a centre of bustling financial activities. Today, it maintains its stature and stands tall as the…
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I Will Take You There – Part 1
I have been driving on a road that is bordered by nothing. The sun is shining at its best and the dust is everywhere. At times like these, you realise everything being at its best is not always desired. My view is so monotonous, it seems I am going deep into a painting for which…
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Original Copy
– Is it wrong to love a married woman? – There is a term for it – Extra-marital Affair. – I didn’t say ‘for a married woman to love’ but ‘to love a married woman’. Do people have to earn a right to love someone, one right for each? Even if that is the case,…
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Sunset – Part 2
In this mesmerizing tonality of vicious humanity, we stay closer to the dominance of the netherworld with an abstinence of youth lingering through the insurmountable pain of anachronistic virile humor that we call, and apparently seem to believe, the wheel of life, a wheel that transcends through the path of unforgettable and almost reproachful understanding…
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Sunset – Part 1
“Father, is there actually a God?” “Everything’s there until its absence is proven.” My father never liked to be called Dad, Daddy, Papa, or any thing of that sort. He insisted that I call him Father because he liked the sound of it – Faa-dar. “There are even aliens flying between the two of us,…
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Won but Lost
Today when I stand here, smiling for the media, with the glass award in my right hand and my book in the left, my eyes are still searching him in the crowd, but to no avail. To me he would always be the only person I envied, for his talent, for his outlook, for his…
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Sir
-I will call you after lunch, maybe? -Yes. It was 11:00 am on a Monday morning and I was returning from two consecutive Discrete Mathematical Structures lectures on Pigeonhole Principle and Generating Functions with a two page Tutorial Sheet in my left hand, a pen in the right pocket of the pair of jeans I…
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Freedom
And of course there must be something wrong In wanting to silence any song. I remember looking at the moon and thinking why it follows us to the street and the woods and along the route of my father’s scooter. I must have been six or seven but it didn’t matter. What mattered was the…
Shishir Chaudhary 