The classic short stories appearing in this section have all been penned by AK over twenty years back that hit a section of the Indian Press during 1994 and 1995. The stories are short with simple themes, revolving around ordinary people and circumstances. A notable feature of our short stories is that each have a though-evoking punch ending, The stories received excellent reviews including one from Indian Express.
She was clad in white cotton sari just like the other women prisoners. Except for the nights when she had to be alone in her cell, and which she always longed for, she was always with her fellow prisoners. Every morning, the instant the prison clock struck six, she had to start work along with others and wait in queues for her daily meals. She wasn’t any particular of her food; for all that she wanted was something that would help her last the next day. She had to toil…
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His age cannot be more than fifty, or less than forty. Tall, lean and dark, with a short white beard, he had his shop by the roadside. It was a very small shop, hardly enough to seat two people. He sat there in the middle of it, stitching a torn slipper. Damaged shoes, slippers, soles and leather bits lay strewn around him. He looked at his son playing across the road, “Sankar come here, bring me some water”. “Coming appa”, the boy limped across the road, his right hand supporting…
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Kishan was undoubtedly in a fit of anger as he walked down the colony road. A young man of about twenty four years, Kishan walked so fast that he almost collided with people as he walked. Then, suddenly he pulled a silver medallion from his pocket and flung it out. “I’ll teach the astrologer a lesson, he wont cheat hereafter”, he said to himself, as he walked. Only a week before, when Kishan was roaming about the market place, he came across an astrologer selling, what he called, the ‘love…
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“The train must be late today, come and have your breakfast”, Raju’s mother shouted at him. “No, I wont, first let the train pass”, Raju shouted back as he sat on a small rock and looked in the direction where the tracks curved. “The trains would be coming any moment”, he told himself. He waited patiently as if he was well used to it. It took sometime before he heard faint sounds of an incoming train, he then saw thick black smoke at the far end of the curve. “Ma,…
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