Suman Amarnath

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Tales of the Cat” by Suman Amarnath

Submitted to Contest #88

The following is an excerpt of an unpublished interview I did with JC back in 2009. My book of short stories had just been published and it had some good reviews. I knew that a copy of my book had been sent to JC by my publisher but since I never heard back, I assumed it was better not to ask. Then one day, the editor of the magazine This Week called me and asked me if I would like to interview JC. If I had been boarding a plane right then, I would have turned back. I am not sure how eager my “yes” sounded but I remember call...

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“Away from the cold” by Suman Amarnath

Submitted to Contest #83

(Background: The story is set sometime in the near future. Most of earth is cold and the only warm places are a few tropical islands handed to non-profit organisations who have their own rules about who qualifies.)“I have been a terrible father,” Alex said.“10 points.” The man incharge did not even look up. He stood behind a large desk, had a long salt- pepper beard, was dressed in a long blue coat and had a pointy turban on his head. Alex started with 400 points, the bas...

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“Fazil and Fatima” by Suman Amarnath

Submitted to Contest #81

Fazil Ali didn't realise it but he was walking faster now. It was a short five minute walk from the metro station. He was at the end of an hour and half long journey and now the bottom dropped out of his patience. He cursed the scores lining up on the escalator and took the stairs instead. “Why do they allow the young people on them?” He said out loud to no one in particular. “Fat youngsters who cannot be bothered to move for the elderly.” Now he was weaving his way through the crowds coming i...

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“My family on the Gokarna Express” by Suman Amarnath

Submitted to Contest #79

This is what no one believes. I really did find my father in the S12 compartment of the Gokarna express. In fact, I found my father, mother, sister and someone else who could have been by brother-in-law when the train stalled in the rice fields. With the ghats in the background, it would have been a picture perfect reunion. But I was between families then, twenty-two years old and fed-up with father-mother led structures, and on my way to Goa where I would become a father myself and so I let them go. Later we stood on the platform of Belg...

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I just write them down. Sometimes, I get them right.