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THE OLD MAN’S WILL He ran out of money again. The times throughout pandemic were tough. It was no use regretting the decision to take up uncertain profession of law. The recollection of vivid events how his father had opposed his decision to be a lawyer came before his misty eyes. He was swayed by glamour and nobility of legal professional. He had heard at caree...
JASMINE SAY NO I had led a beautiful life without a husband and that’s a good choice. My mom believed otherwise and always said, “Jasmine you are thirty seven. You have to compromise. You can’t have your say always.” She tirelessly made effort to convince me for marriage since the day I turned twenty four. Luckily for me unexpectedly I landed in a Company paying me a big salary. Thenceforth life was eat,...
THE GUARD The bank was on the main street thirty feet wide that joined the main road of the city at fifty meters. The street was busy mostly used by bikes and cycles. Four wheeler had tough time passing through and public made a point to walk up to the bank after parking their vehicles on the sides of main road. Though the parking on roadside was against law b...
THE STREET OF HAVELI He came terrified to the Police post panting. He had witnessed the squabbles, quarrels, fights and street fights among petty criminals. But there had never an uglier incident. He entered the Police post that was stationed in one large hall and a cell on the right side of hall with...
ABSTINENCE My mother charged at me when I ran at my best possible speed because if once caught she would have no mercy on me like Taxman. I had to maintain a distance that the bamboo cane she had could not make a contact with me. I could hear her shouting, “Oh devil on the earth! Why did I give...
THE SECRET OF CASTLE “Can you keep a secret?” He asked me. “Yes.” I nodded. He grinned, “Come with me.” “Where to?” I asked. “Castle.” He said and walked ahead.
THE POPSICLE LOVE Popsicle that Tom Sen had was melting in his hand. The paletero was regular these days passing through street at around 12.00 noon and Tom Sen had made it a point to purchase the cheapest of popsicle. The whole of north India was under intense heat wave. As if that was not enough, there was COVID 19 pandemic. It was spread...
THE HONORThe Managing Director was fat guy with a pear shaped body who had chosen not to marry. The whole day he kept on shouting on one or the other employee believing that a nagging boss can extract more work from its employees than a pleasant one. “So, you wanna to go home. And it’s for mar...
THE MANSION No. 7 Rajwinder Singh from village Tappa Kalan in Punjab had invited me to his place. He had returned eight years ago from America to settle permanently in India. He had sent me a letter about two months back inviting me to his village and to enjoy holidaying. I reached the outskirts...
I am new into writing from India. My email address: arvindkashyapsharma@gmail.com Will love to hear about shortcomings in my stories.
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