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Lavender

She came to him like a dream. He was rushing from his office for a meeting he already was late for. As he ran out of the office to hail the nearest cab he banged on to someone. As he fell, his folder containing documents needed for his meeting, were scattered all over the pavement.Continue reading “Lavender”

Posted byPatmajMarch 6, 2020March 6, 2020Posted inUncategorizedTags:love, short story8 Comments on Lavender

Blue Moon

You can throw away things You can throw away the person You cant throw away the memories Strains of Dean Martin’s Blue Moon wafted across the air, as he sat by himself on the bench by the lake. He could hear his family laugh and make merry in the cottage nearby. He excused himself fromContinue reading “Blue Moon”

Posted byPatmajJanuary 10, 2020Posted inUncategorizedTags:short story2 Comments on Blue Moon

The Silk Stole

Susan woke up hearing a shriek from the next room. She turned around to see her husband fast asleep. She was amazed how he hadn’t heard the shriek. He was actually a light sleeper unlike her. She got off the bed and rushed to the next room. Sarah was sitting up on the bed withContinue reading “The Silk Stole”

Posted byPatmajNovember 29, 2019Posted inUncategorizedTags:short story8 Comments on The Silk Stole

The Red Handset

She bought the cheapest paid phone that was available in the store. It was a red handset. “Ma’am there are better ones for you”, the shopkeeper tried to sell the more expensive sets to her. “This will do just fine”, she said as she walked out of the store heading to the nearby cafe. SheContinue reading “The Red Handset”

Posted byPatmajNovember 22, 2019Posted inUncategorizedTags:short story3 Comments on The Red Handset

The Blue Ming Vase

She was tired. All the guests had finally left and she wanted to clean the place up before she went to bed. It was a habit she just couldn’t change. Not matter how late it was, she always felt the need to tidy the room up, wash the utensils, clear up before retiring for theContinue reading “The Blue Ming Vase”

Posted byPatmajNovember 15, 2019November 15, 2019Posted inUncategorizedTags:short story8 Comments on The Blue Ming Vase

Tere Bina Zindagi Se…

The sun was about to set as he sat down on his favourite arm-chair. His eyes were shut and his hands were comfortably placed on either side of the chair. The last rays of the sun were falling directly on his face giving it an unreal golden glaze. He was humming an old Kishore KumarContinue reading “Tere Bina Zindagi Se…”

Posted byPatmajNovember 1, 2019Posted inUncategorizedTags:love lost, nostalgia, short story6 Comments on Tere Bina Zindagi Se…

Mohini…The Enchantress

I want you I want you so bad I want youI want you so bad It’s driving me mad (she’s so heavy) The Beatles, 1969. He didn’t know when he’d dozed off. RD Burman was playing on his headphone and he could also hear strains of Laxmi Pravachan wafting through the air. “The Puja mustContinue reading “Mohini…The Enchantress”

Posted byPatmajOctober 28, 2019October 28, 2019Posted inUncategorizedTags:short story7 Comments on Mohini…The Enchantress

The Blue Diary

“He was never serious about you”. He tried to console her mainly to stop her from crying. But she wouldn’t stop. She silently sobbed, her face bent down covered totally in her palms as she wept. He tried to put an arm around her to comfort her but something stopped him from doing so. HeContinue reading “The Blue Diary”

Posted byPatmajOctober 18, 2019October 18, 2019Posted inUncategorizedTags:love, short story11 Comments on The Blue Diary

The Naked Face

He kept coming in her thoughts She was sitting in the midst of her family and also her prospective groom’s family and yet her thoughts kept going back to him. The house wore a festive and happy look that day, because she had, after stalling for years, agreed to see a guy of her parentsContinue reading “The Naked Face”

Posted byPatmajSeptember 27, 2019September 27, 2019Posted inUncategorizedTags:love lost, short story7 Comments on The Naked Face

Payback

The car just wouldn’t start. It was the dead of the night, in the middle of a deserted highway. All that was required to complete the cliche was a broken down car. And they had it. They both looked at each other in disbelief. “Surely this cannot be happening” he said, in a tone thatContinue reading “Payback”

Posted byPatmajSeptember 20, 2019September 26, 2019Posted inUncategorizedTags:short story, thriller19 Comments on Payback

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