W – Wild (A short fiction)

It was the latest talk in town, the crocodile park. It was recently opened and as college going youngsters, we had to go there. So went there on the first day with our gang.

Ours was a gang of 6 people, all male. We had a strict no female policy in the group. The truth was none of us was social enough or was patient enough to go talk and befriend girls. We, somehow thought that if we are cool, then the girls would come and talk to us.

And it so happens with a gang like us, that if one of us talks with a girl, the rest of the 5 members would gang up against that one person and make his life, hell. On top of it, they would call the boy’s name whenever the girl crosses. Which girl would voluntarily get embarrassed? So she would stop talking.


So, five members’ strong will power and jealousy to keep that one person off a girl would eventually win over that one person’s will to befriend a girl and probably go ahead with a relationship. Continue reading

V – Vendetta (A short story)

I tried to regain my consciousness, I slowly opened my eyes, that’s when I saw Thanikachalam, my most trusted aide, sitting on the chair. Seemed he dozed off a bit.

That’s when I remember why I was in the hospital. My nephew Deena shot me, but his aim missed. The bullet only hit my shoulders. And my people stopped him from firing another round of bullets. They even tried to shoot him, but I stopped them. I asked them to let him go, and they admitted me to the hospital.

That’s how the life of a gangster would be, never safe, you never know when you would die and who would kill you. There were always a lot of enemies.

It all started with my brother in law, Dinakaran shooting our boss, Thala, as we used to call him. He shot Thala right in front of my eyes. Thala was my mentor, my guide, my wellwisher, everything. Not only for me but for a whole lot of people. He was a real Don.


I was the most trusted aide of Thala. And I introduced Dinakaran into the group, as he was interested in joining our gang and making a name for himself.

He was good, quite good at his job, but he was egoistic and started to desire for a supreme position in the gang. Soon, he became the next trusted aide after me. He had a sub-gang on his own and an area of his own to take care, just like me. He was forming as an alternate power center. Continue reading

U – Useless (A short fiction)

“You are an useless idiot.” Ekambaram’s father said. “Can’t you pass in even one exam?”

“Appa, I am not interested in studying, pa. Please understand.” Ekambaram said.

“Shut up, you stupid guy.” he said and lifted his hand, that’s when the mother stopped him.

“It’s ok, please leave him. I will talk to him, he will pass the next exam.” Ekambaram’s mother promised.

After that, the father cooled down and just went away from that place, as he didn’t want to talk anymore.


“Eka, what happened to you? Why are you saying you are not interested in studies?” his mother said.

“I am interested in painting ma. I am not interested in studies. I want to become a painter ma.” Continue reading

T – Typewriter (A short fiction)

I went to the nearby stationery shop and asked the shopkeeper “Boss, do you have the typewriter ribbon?” I said.

He gave me a strange look “What? Typewriter ribbon? You mean the old typewriter, in which you type?” he said.

“Yes. The same one. Do you have the ribbon for that?”

“No. Sorry. I mean who uses typewriter, these days.” he chuckled.

I expected this sort of response, so I didn’t respond to him and I left. I finally couldn’t find anything in the local shops. Then I thought of ordering it online. I thought, there must be some website which sells it.


The story of my typewriter is really strange. As an aspiring writer, I was struggling with a severe Writer’s block. I would sit in front of my computer for hours, but wouldn’t write a single word. I would get blocked completely. I was searching in the web for anything and everything related to writer’s block. In one website, they mentioned that using a Typewriter solved a writer’s problem. He also gave some scientific justification that the sound of the typewriter is so rhythmic that it acts as a creative inspiration and helps writers write. Continue reading

S – Sunlight (A short fiction)

She was charming and extroverted. I was shy and introverted. I never thought she would be the love of my life. My second love, I should say.

I had a terrible breakup the first time around. It was love from my school days, right from 8th standard. But once we moved to college, our love started decreasing and our fights started increasing.

She enjoyed the new college atmosphere and new friends, whereas I could hardly make any friends, because I was too shy. So my only world was her, so when she ignored me by being with her new friends, I got possessive of her and it started a lot of fights. But she wouldn’t understand my need to talk to her. I wouldn’t understand her need for space. So our different characteristics resulted in us, growing further apart. Even the best of love can be destroyed due to misunderstanding.


So, by the end of first year of college, she had already found a new boyfriend and we had broken up. It dejected me a lot to find her out with someone else. It was too damn painful to realize whatever was happening was indeed real. Continue reading

R – Revenge (A short fiction)

I looked at the mirror and asked myself what’s wrong with me? Am I not beautiful enough? Let me put it straight. What has she got extra that I haven’t got?

Idiot Reena. She was my best friend, but now I hate her. Because she stole my another best friend and my lover from me. No matter what I do, Rohan just doesn’t entertain me. He always went behind her.

What’s missing from me? I look damn beautiful, hot and sexy too. All was fine when Rohan and I were best friends since school. That all changed when we entered college. I and Rohan got admission into the same college, and that was the first time Reena entered our lives.


They became friends, they became closer and closer. I was livid with him for not spending enough time with me, I was getting more and more possessive about him. That’s when I actually started loving him. Then I had a big fight with him, we didn’t speak for some days. So he came up with a proposal, that the three of us be friends. I thought, let’s just try it out. Continue reading

Q – Quarter (A short fiction)

“Hi, I am Mr. Raam and I need to meet Mr. Murugan, I am from ATZ pvt. Ltd. I have an appointment at 10.30 AM” I said.

The receptionist talked to someone over the phone and asked to wait. While I was sitting, I started to wonder.

“Am I doing the right thing? Is this really required? Am I being too honest? What will the company do to me if I did this?”

It was the end of the quarter, and we had to sign this deal to achieve our target for that quarter, otherwise my job would have be on the firing line. And they will fire me and hire another manager, who can provide them with better results. That’s how businesses work.


I always had high ethics and moral code even if I was a Sales manager. It’s always difficult to be in sales, if you want to be honest and straightforward.

“You see, you only have one problem. You are just too straight forward.” my first boss said, and asked me to improve. Continue reading