Tag: Short Story
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Traveler
– I have a question. (She said) – What? – Why can’t we love more than one person? (I gave a puzzled look, because I was.) – When one can love her mother and father and sisters and brothers equally, why can’t she get involved romantically with more than one person? Why can’t she care…
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The Tree of Nostalgia
(Co-author: Ishita Singh) – Are you religious? (He asked me) – Not really. In one of the corners of my room was a small table on which were kept little idols of Gods, on a glittery red square-shaped cloth with golden laces. I guess he was amused by it. – It is more of a…
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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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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…
Shishir Chaudhary 