Rahul Singh Arya

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Long lost friends” by Rahul Singh Arya

Oh! I miss New Delhi. I did not fall in love with the great city all at once. I first came there to join my college. I belong to a small town in mighty state of Uttar Pradesh in India. We lovingly call our state U.P. UP by area is larger than many small countries of the world. It has a big heart and accommodates a population larger than many big countries. But the crowd of New Delhi is something at a different level. A metro station is like a daylong party, full of well-dressed, energetic and excited people. The environment of Delhi use...

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“‘Truth & Dare’” by Rahul Singh Arya

Submitted to Contest #105

Seema “I am not afraid” I said. Sonali looked back with a mocking expression. She enjoys making my life miserable. “I can do that. Only to respect the rules of hostel I don’t go out after night curfew starts”. I said in a defensive tone. I know it proves me a coward. Sonali said with a mocking smile “you are a baby, babe”. My parents gave me nickname- baby. Girls in hostel know that. I wanted to reply with obscenities but my family values are too strong to use such words so I could manage only – “you are being rude to me”. Sonali said in...

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“Quality Time with My Father in Law” by Rahul Singh Arya

Submitted to Contest #104

It is very difficult for an ordinary family man to have some time alone. With a smartphone as part of your life, you can’t be alone even in bathroom. Great minds got their path breaking ideas in solitude. Law of gravitation, Archimedes principle and Mahatma Gandhi got his idea of “salt Satyagraha” while he secluded himself alone for 21 days meditating in his hut. God’s grace that I don’t have such a heavy burden in my life. I am fine with what I am. But my life is in a web of modern civilization. From morning to evening I don’t do what I wan...

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“My Grandfather’s old Photograph” by Rahul Singh Arya

Submitted to Contest #103

I have seen this black and white photograph of my Grandfather a thousand times. I don’t know why it attracts me today so much. A lonely Sunday with so much of household work to do. I left out a sigh of distress and went to the window of my cramped apartment in Bombay. Life is really black and white in erstwhile Bombay which now became Mumbai. Like the picture I have in my hand. I earn more than the income of an average Indian middle class. But still I live in this one room apartment. Same room to sleep, cook and welcome guest. Rich folk...

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