Hritesh Mishra

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

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5 Stories

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“A Day and A Century” by Hritesh Mishra

Submitted to Contest #143

I look at her phone number. That’s all I have to look at. Not even a single picture of hers. I pick up the pen and try to forge the words emanating from my mind into a sentence. Just about writing it down, I tear out the page from the notebook, crumble it and throw it at the window. I had underestimated the poets.I think about her. The golden light of sunset indwelled on her serene face. Her eyes that narrowed on a few dawdling clouds in the sky. Her almost imperceptible smile beneath those humming lips. I would devour them all in a second b...

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“I Smell a Rat” by Hritesh Mishra

Submitted to Contest #127

I ring the doorbell of Maddy’s flat. Madhav Shinde, or Maddy, has been my neighbor ever since I and Isha, my girlfriend, moved here to Sunrise Apartments a month ago. He works as a software consultant and lives alone. Whenever home, he is particularly nosy about things going on at his adjacent flat.I wipe off the beads of sweat on my forehead.“Hi Roy,” Maddy greets as he opens the door. He seems a bit taller than usual. He is five foot three on a tall day.“Hi. Can I use your phone? I can't find mine.”“Sure,” he holds his trouser with one han...

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“Jasmine” by Hritesh Mishra

Submitted to Contest #112

I stand at the garage entrance and look at the rain. Raindrops dripping from the shed fall a few inches ahead of my shoes. The first rain of the season can be acidic. I look down, wondering if it will burn my shoes. I scuff my foot on the ground in disdain. I've been a peacock in countless rains like this. Look at me now.I see Yash, my colleague, running towards me with a hand over his head. Rain has made grey polka dots on his white shirt. He curses the rain after he stops beneath the shed. I offer to drop him in my car. He excuses for some...

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“Beyond the Window” by Hritesh Mishra

Submitted to Contest #97

Will it get any better? There’s a point in our lives when we ask ourselves this question. You see a faint ray of hope. For a brief moment, it isn’t a pipe dream anymore. Beyond all those possibilities and what-ifs, you can see what it holds. But then, life goes on....I’m startled by the sound of glass smashing. Something broke the windowpane. I look around and see it lying on the floor. My heart races as I try to focus on it. It’s a tennis ball. Regaining my calm, I get up from my bed.Morning sunlight shimmers on the cracks around the h...

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“Chasing the Butterflies” by Hritesh Mishra

Submitted to Contest #95

I leaned back on the chair facing the backyard garden upon which I had squandered half of my savings. My father bought that extra half-acre land with the last penny of his fortune, just so I could dig it up for nothing.I looked around, envisaging the blossoming flowers and the fragrant aroma of ripe fruits stagnating in the air. It would’ve been a reminiscence of those summers I grew up in.I used to spend the vacations at my grandpa’s place. I’d wait all year for the summer, to spend a couple of months at his place.My grandpa was too old to ...

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