Category: Stories
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Painter
-I love you. -Prove it (She said) -Do you know about Gödel’s Incompleteness Theorem? -Your elite knowledge base is beyond both my purview of know-hows and my ability to comprehend them. -To put it bluntly, it says that in a given system, there are facts which are true but cannot be proven to be so.…
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The Land of Congruence
Calcutta, 2012 Here is the guy one would have killed for, walking beside me on the busy sidewalk of Esplanade. On the right, across the road, is the iconic Maidan – A large expanse of free land right in the heart of the city. My heart goes out for him when he says, -I like…
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Nowhere Man, or In Lieu of Music
-Which is your favorite Beatles’ song? -Nowhere Man. -Unusual choice it is, I must say. -Which one’s yours? -Hey Jude. When you join a music theory class, the first thing they teach is how two eighth notes are equivalent to one quarter note. They also teach you to play Bass clef by the left hand…
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A Strand of Hair
“Humans are incapable of accepting the reality even if they know it.” It was another hot November night and we were having a conversation about things which frankly were of no interest to me. It had been one hour since we had been talking and I had almost given up on deciphering her cryptic intellectual…
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Memories of Love
She was wearing a white dress with floral prints of at least 3 shades of blue when she came close to me, very close, and said, her breath caressing my ears – “The best anti-ageing solution is someone else’s memory.” It took me some time to absorb the statement partly because I was completely enchanted…
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Pattern of Events
“You do not have to be modest and ashamed about your ambitions. Everyone is ambitious. If someone says he isn’t, he is just fucking around with you. The same holds for success.” – He tells me this, smiles, turns, walks to his bicycle, puts on his helmet and rides away. And I stand there smiling…
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Rainy Evening
It was grey outside the window. Not the gloomy winter grey when hope starts to shatter only to be never lifted up and reconstructed. It was the season’s first shower, more precisely, the moment after the season’s first shower. Grey clouds hung over the streets and the trees on the sides and people. It was…
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Memory and Kiss
There’s a couch in the tunnel. People, molded by the crevices of time, pass by it brushing their hands at the fine texture of its cover. Some, tired of running, sit on it and weep. The skeleton of the couch is of plastic – injection molded in a one-cavity mold and just as its runners…
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I am Safe
I was a kid. Indian Railways. I still remember myself travelling with my family in the Sleeper class. Four of us. Two lower, Two middle, We preferred. Nights were the best. Me and my brother opened both the shutters of the window – the glass and the aluminium – and flew paper planes. They were…
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Silly!
Today. I will tell you a story of a boy and a girl. A girl and a boy. — Back Then. They walked on the streets. Long walks and shorter ones. Days and Nights and Days. Cuddling up and dreaming of a life, together. Her shyness and his anxiety. Their love. Days and Nights and…
Shishir Chaudhary 