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Posted 16 years ago under Offbeat > Short Stories
Latest posts by Ankur SrivastavaThere is a point when the night sleeps and I remain awake. I may be the one who closed his book on terrace on a muggy night in Kota to see if the neighbors have slept too, and felt the breeze hit him. Kota was sleepless, it was anxious and nervous, and sleepless like a...
Posted on 29 September 2019 | 10:35 am
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Dear Bangalore, You have started to feel so much like home. If it weren't for the pangs of guilt I felt when the thought of home didn't bring the streets of Siwan to my mind, I would have called you home. But you're close, very close to being called home. The fact that I don't...
Posted on 15 September 2019 | 9:04 pm
Read postLosing an argument to win a battle? I look back at history, unconvinced.
Posted on 27 July 2019 | 10:36 am
Read postSometimes a plain sheet of canvas is enough to inspire a painter. Sometimes a new note-book, a new journal can bring back words to a lost writer. At least, I hope so and therefore I am scribbling at a new address: http://everydaystoryblog.wordpress.com/ Join Me. :)...
Posted on 30 March 2013 | 8:43 pm
Read postA day fell from the calendar of schedules and slipped from the tip of the minute-hand of the old city clock that recorded history. It fell in the dust like a drop of rain and lingered like the wetness of mud and it evaporated into the sky light coming through tiny holes in the old walls and the illu...
Posted on 11 August 2012 | 6:44 pm
Read postOn her hands, he writes a verse..always the lost poetwho has told a long storyin broken silencecryptic. In his sack,he carries a brush,a pencil with blunt tipand a few sketcheshe has stolen froman unvisited memory lane. Yesterday,he wrote about paper boats,fallen maple leavesand a rainbow that has f...
Posted on 30 August 2011 | 9:54 am
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