Story-Haven
Contains all stories penned by me.
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Cat Scare
The cat was still there when I looked out of my window that night. I was confident that it was the same cat due to its radiant yellow eyes. A black cat with yellow eyes. I have seen other black cats, cats with yellow eyes, and some black cats with yellow eyes; but this one was different. Its fur was darker than the typical shade of black and its eyes were brighter than regular feline eyes. I had seen the cat earlier in the morning when I stepped out of my house. It was seated across the road, staring back at me. Something about it caught my attention and the…
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Radio
It’s five in the morning. It’s still dark outside. I walk out of the house and Sudha follows to hand me the water bottle. I have asked her many times to not wake up so early. She wouldn’t listen though. I bid her farewell and then walk towards the school ground. The local school leases its ground for parking during nights. All the autorickshaw drivers park their respective vehicles at the school only. The guard at the school gates, Hari, is now a friend. I stop to exchange a few words with him and then he opens the gate. I find my auto, it’s always in the same spot, and…
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PenPal
In the era of WhatsApp, messenger and PayPal, I only saw the postman coming to deliver bills or letters from the bank to my house. Of Course the Amazon delivery guy comes much more often. The postman also does collect to his festival bonus. My mother tells me about her childhood when they used to write letters and wait for their replies. In the current version of WhatsApp, I come at unease when people don’t get the double blue ticks fifteen minutes after I have sent the message! In times that ‘last seen at..’ feature confirms the well-being of a person, I really can’t believe the patience people once had.…
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A Pointed Revenge
The National Capital City of Delhi was in a state of shock. There were six murders in different parts of the city, each seemingly with no connection to the other. Somehow the media had caught wind of the happenings, making matters worse. Dr. Nalini Mehta was found hanging in the living room of her lavish home in Paschim Vihar. She had started her career as an intern doctor at a Government Hospital. Her brilliance and connection with the right people saw her become Chief Medical Supervisor at PMO, post her retirement as the Director General of the Ministry of Health. ‘Divorced. Lived all by herself. Children working in America.’ Informed…
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Urmila’s Enchantment
My father wanted a son, someone who could be the King of Mithila when the time comes. Yet when I was born, he couldnt be more proud. Sage Narada had visited our kingdom shortly before my birth. He predicted that my sister Sita and I, would be instrumental to the inevitable dharm yudh to come. Our lives will be filled with challenges and our choices would impact the course of future. Scared that both her children would have to suffer and face difficulties, our mother pleaded with the Sage to bless her children with some comfort. Though he couldn’t change destiny, he was moved by our mothers love. He said…
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I Miss You
“Namarata… ” I heard him call… All I could see was a hand coming towards me from the darkness… It was his hand.. I could tell anyday… even if he hadnt worn our engagement ring… The fingers curled in to call me… It was all dark around me and I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness… If it was any other time when Aditya would have called me… I would have stretched my hand towards him… to hold his… but this one was different… I pulled my hand away and said “I am reaching for you!” and his fingers curled and shook in a way to say…
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The Mitesh Kanani
He woke up early morning at five, like his usual routine. It was a bright and chirpy morning. The first rays of the Sun were starting to make his window glow bright. This was the time of the day which he enjoyed the most. He was awake, yet not out of bed. After a few moments, he felt his wife get up from the bed and leave the room for the morning chores. He heard his kids wake up. It was the best feeling in the world. Every morning when he heard their voices, it made the days better and life more beautiful. It was the same routine every day.…
