flash fiction

KHERO KHATA / Egg drop soup

The cream colored bowl held the steaming, almost translucent yellow broth with traces of white, garnished by an array of green onions slashed in an angle.

KHERO KHATA / Fixed

The rain began at dusk, its cold fingers tracing the cracked panes of the house like an unwelcome visitor. By midnight, the storm had grown wild, wind howling through the trees, rattling the fragile bones of the dwelling. I stood before the door, my hand trembling on the tarnished brass handle.

KHERO KHATA / The veil of shadow

He had consistently disregarded the villagers' accounts of bhoot-prets as local folklore. To him, they were just stories to scare the gullible

KHERO KHATA / Mother saves her corpses before lunch

Mother woke before sunrise with the weight of the house pulling at her bones and moved against the cold floor, the chill biting at her ankles. In the corner hung the gutted rabbit, its blood pooling on the floor. Her fingers trembled, as she bathed herself in it, coating her skin red.

KHERO KHATA / The floodlights

Chaos. More chaos.

KHERO KHATA / Dual faces of an unseen predator

In a world spun from the threads of chaos, we are born into a tapestry of shadows. We are shimmering maidens in the night, nurturing within us a fire both subtle and strong. Yet, the air around us is heavy with whispers–danger and desire intertwined.

FLASH FICTION / The exiled daughter

Is it true that when we migrate, we lose a few people from our past?

FLASH FICTION / The journey

If you travel on a bus, always take the window seat.

FICTION / VAMP

Anyone could see that they were a couple very much in love. Always laughing at each other’s jokes. Finishing each other’s sentences. Name the cliché and you’ll find them living up to it without question. 

February 1, 2025
February 1, 2025

Egg drop soup

The cream colored bowl held the steaming, almost translucent yellow broth with traces of white, garnished by an array of green onions slashed in an angle.

February 1, 2025
February 1, 2025

Fixed

The rain began at dusk, its cold fingers tracing the cracked panes of the house like an unwelcome visitor. By midnight, the storm had grown wild, wind howling through the trees, rattling the fragile bones of the dwelling. I stood before the door, my hand trembling on the tarnished brass handle.

October 28, 2024
October 28, 2024

The veil of shadow

He had consistently disregarded the villagers' accounts of bhoot-prets as local folklore. To him, they were just stories to scare the gullible

October 26, 2024
October 26, 2024

Mother saves her corpses before lunch

Mother woke before sunrise with the weight of the house pulling at her bones and moved against the cold floor, the chill biting at her ankles. In the corner hung the gutted rabbit, its blood pooling on the floor. Her fingers trembled, as she bathed herself in it, coating her skin red.

August 31, 2024
August 31, 2024

Dual faces of an unseen predator

In a world spun from the threads of chaos, we are born into a tapestry of shadows. We are shimmering maidens in the night, nurturing within us a fire both subtle and strong. Yet, the air around us is heavy with whispers–danger and desire intertwined.

August 31, 2024
August 31, 2024

The floodlights

Chaos. More chaos.

June 22, 2024
June 22, 2024

The journey

If you travel on a bus, always take the window seat.

June 22, 2024
June 22, 2024

The exiled daughter

Is it true that when we migrate, we lose a few people from our past?

May 4, 2024
May 4, 2024

VAMP

Anyone could see that they were a couple very much in love. Always laughing at each other’s jokes. Finishing each other’s sentences. Name the cliché and you’ll find them living up to it without question. 

April 26, 2024
April 26, 2024

A sweet treat

The love of the city prevails over the love of kulfi