Routine Random Stories
This is in continuation from the Part 1 of this story – The Scarred One
As morning was approaching Sha Aniv’s men picked up Amirah and took her to the banks of Indus and threw her in the raging river. That’s the last Sha Aniv and his men had seen of Amirah.
Continue readingI was introduced to Arindam a month after I joined senior college. He was two years my senior and the quintessential star on campus. The captain of the cricket team, the students’ representative and was awarded the best student last year.
Continue readingAarti was in the shower. She had returned from the weekend getway with her office colleagues. Her phone was lying around carelessly on her bed and her husband Samir was watching TV, lazing on the bed. Just then Aarti’s phone beeped and beeped again and again.
Of the two sisters, I was always the tomboy, the black sheep in the family. And my sister Sara, the perfect daughter.
The three were always together. Together before time began. No one knows how long. Infinite past. Entrapped in the same body and soul, a larger being. Just aimlessly floating in space. Not knowing what destiny had in store. And on a fateful night under some extreme pressure the three, Aftaab – the Sun, Hertha- the Earth and Qamar – the Moon came into being along with many others.
Purshottam was devastated.
The phone rang and Priyanka woke up flustered as she had a late night and now a call at this untimely hour. Half sleepy she picked her mobile and the screen flashed ‘Ma Calling’. Suddenly her heart sank and sleep vanished. She glanced at the watch it blinked 2:42 am. She murmured a quick prayer before receiving the call.
She heard her mother’s very frightened voice whisper “Your Papa”
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