It was a perfect day…for remaining at home. I was on a leave of absence from the office on grounds of fictitious flu. I had planned my day perfectly. I would make a strong cup of coffee for myself, take my favourite pillow and blanket to the sofa, put Beethoven on, and read Amanda Dudly’s best-selling novel Death Beacons the Wrong Man while sipping the coffee. I had not done this for long. In fact, for many years I was not able to spend a perfect day like this peacefully alone at home. The anticipation was difficult to contain. And then stupidly, perhaps it was a death wish, I told my wife while dispatching her to her work with a kiss, “I will feel lonely and bored without you around.” I don’t know whether she already knew that I would say this. She seemed well prepared. Before I knew what…
“You or me?” What does the two-legged demon do when he arrives at that knot in the thicket?” Sheshnag said in an accurate imitation…
The young, roughman sitting in front of me, on the bench,looked visibly ashamed. Now and then he tried to put an end to the…
Satish and Vidya landed at Boston Logan Airport to spend some time with their daughter, Rachana. She with her husband Navin received them and…
Millie mooed. Cate mooed with her. The cow stared at them. Millie giggled at the old joke, a pure, authentic song. Cate giggled with…
St Petersburg, Russia, 1796 The lights in the empty hallway were just dim enough to conjure sinister ghosts and demons from the shadows,…
“Do you have anyorange juice?” Isla leaned over to the small table full of drinks and snacks, and whispered the words to the man…
Jugal’s eyes glued to the newspaper. It has been several years since Jugal has passed out of University. Armed with a degree of…
I remember both vividly; the night I saw the ghost of Annette and the night I heard about her death. They happened in that…
