Short Stories

Short Story:: Bitter Half

Posted at Jan 20, 2012 | by Divenita | No Comments
He stormed out. And the door shivered banging continuously. She barged into her room and dropped on the bed. Hugging the
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Short Story::Being Good

Posted at Dec 15, 2011 | by Divenita | 5 Comments
Bittu had been taught by his Grandfather. “Be Good.” Like a parrot, he imitated him. Till the virtue was rooted in
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Short Story::Sweety’s plight

Posted at Dec 14, 2011 | by Divenita | 2 Comments
Plump, tall and wheatish in color, Sweety was tired. Tired of living her 23rd year of her life, single and stressed.
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Short Story::Her–She

Posted at Nov 13, 2011 | by Divenita | 4 Comments
They pulled her holding her hand into the huge ground. Some accused her “Yes! She killed him” Some moaned for her
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That friend

Posted at Nov 07, 2011 | by Divenita | 8 Comments
“You are insulting you blood brother for that stupid friend of yours?” Mrs. Rao screamed at Satya, who bend his head
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Short Story::Rear View

Posted at Oct 18, 2011 | by Divenita | 5 Comments
Reflection of her well-nourished cheeks, her large eyes, delicately crafted lips and her sharp nose filled his heart with pride. He
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Short Story::Palmist’s Secret

Posted at Oct 17, 2011 | by Divenita | 2 Comments
Below the peepul tree, Garbed in orange he sat. He wore benevolence and simplicity. Some wondered. Some were suspicious. Yet, every
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Short Story::Dadaji

Posted at Oct 15, 2011 | by Divenita | 2 Comments
The lilt in grandfather’s voice was rhythmic and comforting. Perhaps, that’s when he asked me “Biiiiiiiinooooooooy..Ami tomakey bari neyejete essechey amar
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Ganpath Rao

Posted at Sep 10, 2011 | by Divenita | 3 Comments
The Bazaar rose to life as he entered it. “How are you today?” 80-year-old Ganpath Rao asked Venkat, the Vegetable Vendor
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Grandfather’s Story Book

Posted at Sep 02, 2011 | by Divenita | No Comments
Grandfather’s story book Holding his stick, Grandpa would slowly walk into his room. Slyly, our unfinished dinner, we would place it
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