The Solitude Salesman – Part 3

Continued from here ‘We’re almost there!’ I told him. He looked up exhausted, from where he sat on the corner of the stairs, dangling his legs mid air. No response. I joined him, sat right next to him and one after the other released my tired legs to enjoy the air. It felt nice! He…

The Solitude Salesman

‘That is too steep! I can’t climb up,’ he said panting. ‘We have all the time, let us sit down and take a breather,’ I replied. ‘Are you sure this is where I will find peace?’ He sat down looking down at the valley, catching his breath. He looked at his phone. There was no…

One regret at a time

She sat there drooped like the willow, long after the rain stopped. That was her favourite spot in the garden. She was drenched in water. Her soul soaked in regret. She thought if she sat still enough, she could stop time too and then turn it back! Her favourite rose bush gleamed. She looked carefully….

Once upon a chat

Boy: So what’s for dinner? ‘ Do I have to ask everyday?’ Girl: I am not cooking today . ‘Why does he expect me to?’ Boy: Oh, that’s fine honey 🙂 ‘Seriously, again?’ Girl: I am so tired today. ‘I have a life!’ Boy: I can understand, its so hectic for ya! ‘Ya, online shopping…

The Accidental Murder

‘Is he alive?’, she asked as they placed him on the filing cabinet, balancing the body against the wall, in the abandoned office. ‘No, I hope not,’ I said as I wiped off the blood from his temple. His dangling legs and sooty shoes witnessed how we plotted to hide him after the accidental murder. Alka Sharma All…

Once upon a chat

Girl: Hey Boy: Hello Gorgeous! Girl: ‘blushing’ Boy: Wazz up! Girl: Nothing ‘sulking’ Boy: Wanna meet? 😉 Girl: I am too tired Boy: Ok then, take rest Girl: But I am bored !’rolling eyes’ Boy: ‘why can’t she make up her mind?’………’pause’ Girl: ‘why can’t he try harder?’ Alka Sharma Chat stories is a new…

The ghost in search of fame

The telephone would not stop ringing. I had registered a police complaint and it became fodder for folklore. All day people would find excuses to peek into my cottage. I would get random calls from the media asking for details. My long forgotten relatives also called and I was forced to repeat the same story…

God bless the readers

‘I knew it! That I don’t know!’ I am confused at times and these questions target me like a dartboard. Should I sound? Should I echo? Writing always does this to me. My wooly brain acts up. And my thoughts wander like stray cattle. Thoughts – they do what we don’t ask for! Always. I start…