Shantesh Patil

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Out of Mail” by Shantesh Patil

Submitted to Contest #34

Sep 3rd, 2002Dear Arpita,I know I keep asking you the same question, but doesn't every mail start this way anyways? How've you been? It's been a while since I last heard from you. I don't know when we went from an email at the end of every day, to a weekly thing, then a fortnightly thing. I was still ok with the monthly mail. The quarterly updates feel like the last straw though. It seems like I will only hear from you at the beginning of a new season. The monsoon this year shows no signs of ending, and as I sit here writing you this email t...

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“A Cut In Time” by Shantesh Patil

Submitted to Contest #33

Twenty years since I last came here. When the cost of a haircut was in the single digits. The salon had been uprooted from its original corner and made it's way across to the other end, with 2 stops in between. After this, there would be nowhere left to go. The capacity of the salon had since grown from one to two. I wondered if the staff count had doubled as well. I was without a means of transport for the day and had to go somewhere close for a trim. What I considered a decent saloon all those years ago, now appeared shady and rundown...

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“Country Pod Take Me Home” by Shantesh Patil

Submitted to Contest #31

She missed the motor pools that she used to share on the way back from work, until just a decade ago. Ever since personal pods had become the preferred means of transport she wondered if she was the only one who had ever enjoyed them. She pressed her face to the fiber glass that covered her pod, to try and catch the eyes of others traveling on parallel lines. The pods however whizzed by too fast for her to make any real contact. It was at the interchanges where she had the only real chance to remember a face. As the years went by and the sys...

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“It Was All Yellow” by Shantesh Patil

Submitted to Contest #30

It was an unfamiliar world she was in. A world imbued with many hues and flora of the most outlandish design. Yet there was a sense of familiarity about it. The tree under which she sat and pondered this world’s intricacies was short and stout. It had the slenderest of branches, branches that could almost be passed off like leaves. Set upon these branches were scores of thick pointed leaves the weight of which caused the branches to bend towards the ground and even touch the ground at places. Like the braided hair of a woman she thought they...

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Author bio

IT engineer by education (accidental). Game Designer by profession. I love going places even though I can rarely afford to. I’m happily married. Father of a energetic toddler. I’m addicted to TV shows. I write occasionally. I’m a Microsoft fan. Most importantly I’m crazy about dinosaurs.