Category: Short Stories

The Gardener 

He is my Boo Radley, the one who watches me from behind closed doors, through the curtains.I can feel his eyes on me as I tend to those magnolias, the yellow dust on them screeching to the ground when the sprays of water hit…

She Came Back

The decrepitude of an inner world reflects throughout the room, in the dust covered dresser, in the half eaten pizzas, the crumpled cans, the pile of smelly clothes.The room reeks of loss and despair. It is dark. Even the sun is reluctant to creep…

Roses & Hope

She smelled of roses and hope. For his dormant soul, life was blown in by gently by her caresses, by her love, by her being with him.He could not believe it to be true, her being with him. Each day with her was a…

Darkness

She sat on the vacated beach, the darkness that shrouded her heart holding more storm than the black menacing clouds slowly eating the horizon, the sea. A drizzle faded the world, determined but too light to wash her off the throbbing pain in her…

The Colour of Darkness

His soul crushed under her leaving heels, staining him red.And as he looked at her, smiling at him through glossy paper, the darkness from the kohl of her eyes filled his cracked and blistering heart. He roamed the streets in snowy nights, trying to…

When A River Cries

“We will not know if a river cries, Ma,” muses my little poet.I sigh. I, too, am a river, son. I cry, a lot, but no one can see my tears. I cry behind closed doors, in bathrooms, at nights. I cry to release…

Him

It is an old song that reminds her of God. The song does not talk about God. But it is the song she had listened to, when she was at the ebb of her life. When she had felt God had abandoned her. She…