
Ashish Shah
blogs from Surat


The following story is a work of fiction. However, it is based upon actual events and therefore no real names have been used. He held on to his coat tightly as the wind blew colder. The streets were lonely, dark and desolate; and it was not the best of times to be taking a walk. But it was not a mer...
Posted on 13 June 2011 | 5:19 pm
Read postTheir eyes met across the hall, and there was an instant connection. Both of them knew that things would never be the same again. She was standing in the centre of a large group, with all eyes upon her. One just had to look at her for a moment to realize why. She was gorgeous, in the classical sense...
Posted on 5 June 2011 | 2:34 am
Read postToday I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I knew it the moment I brushed my teeth with shaving cream. Today I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I knew it when I burnt my toast and spilt juice all over my shirt. Today I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I knew it the moment I stepped into...
Posted on 13 April 2011 | 12:32 am
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