Category: Stories
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One Day
The CM wakes up rubbing his eyes. Its 6:30! His wife is already in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the two children who are polishing their shoes and getting ready for the school. They are still not out of the sleep. ‘They’ includes the children and the wife. CM has to drop them to the…
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Parting in Love
Feel the music. Shall we? The light tune playing in the background while we sit beside each other. Neither holding hands, nor speaking to each other. Just sitting. I feel like cutting off my legs. So that you will weep and kiss. No, not the hands. They should be there to comfort you, and make…
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I am Music
I am cursed. Wherever I go, people forget everything. If they loved something, they start loving me when they meet me. My name is Musicachand Musiclal. My father Oboe Trumpet and my mother Flute Piano fell in love and created Musicachand Musiclal, in short, Music. Then they sent me all over the world. People hated…
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Love on Grave
She smiled. I laughed. Hysterically. It seems awesome to be in between two women. Wait. Was she a woman? M-A-R-G-A-R-E-T Yes. Margaret is usually the name of a girl. She was a woman. So, here I am, sandwiched between two women. And then she, with her fingers, and bloody sharp nails, circles on my chest,…
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Listening to a Crow
You know what I feel. I feel the world is bullshit. Bulls shitting all around. Mean bulls with their mean intentions interacting with each other in a tranquil poise of sufferance. Sometimes, I feel like pissing them off. Off to their ridiculous self. Off you go. Off. Because I am not a bull. Don’t ever…
Shishir Chaudhary 