Reading Time: 2 minutesBaburao Deshmukh reached platform two hours before the train was due. He always did. The station master, Prakash, had stopped asking why years ago. He simply nodded from his little glass office and let the old man take his usual bench — the one with blue paint peeling in the
Reading Time: 3 minutesThe evening prayers had ended, and the gurukul courtyard smelled of the last of the incense sticks. The children sat cross-legged around their guru, waiting, the way they always did, for someone brave enough to ask the first question. It was Nachiketa’s grandson, a boy no older than ten, who
Reading Time: 2 minutesThe sun was hot. The road was hot. Even Bhoomi’s chappals felt hot. But the street was full of colour. Big wooden chariots stood waiting. Marigolds hung in long orange strings. Drums went dhum-dhum-dhum somewhere close by. Bhoomi had a secret in her pocket — a small paper boat, folded
Reading Time: 2 minutesDiya hadn’t touched her dinner. “Meera’s moving to Bangalore,” she said, pushing rice around her plate. “Next month. Forever.” Bhoomi, who had been trying to make her sister laugh for twenty minutes with increasingly terrible faces, finally gave up and sat down properly. Dadi set her cup down. “You’ll have
Reading Time: 2 minutesKabir hated Sunday nights the most, though he could never explain why to anyone. Monday meant a spelling test. Monday meant Mrs Iyer calling on students who hadn’t raised their hands. Monday meant everything that could go wrong, replaying in his head the moment his mother switched off the light.
Reading Time: 2 minutesEvery night, the same thing happened at the Sharma family table, and every night, nobody but Vihaan seemed to notice. Dadi would take one roti fewer than everyone else. Nine of them sat around the long table — Papa, Chacha, both mothers, three cousins, Dadi, and Vihaan — plates clattering,
Reading Time: < 1 minuteMilo the mouse sat inside his cosy little hole in the skirting board, wrapped in a soft scrap of cotton wool. But his tiny nose kept twitching. “I shouldn’t have dropped my acorn this morning,” he murmured. “And what if it rains tomorrow? What if the cat comes back? What
Reading Time: < 1 minuteMilo the mouse sat by his little door and watched the sky. He was waiting for Dadi Mouse. She had gone to fetch something special and promised to be back before the stars came out. But the stars were already coming out. One. Two. Three. “She’s taking too long,” Milo
Reading Time: 2 minutesGanga was one of two clay pots that hung from a bamboo pole across old Bhola’s shoulders every morning, swaying together on the walk from the well to Meera didi’s farmhouse. The other pot, Yamuna, always arrived full to the brim. Ganga arrived half-empty every single time. A crack ran
Reading Time: 2 minutesArjun could set his watch by the residents of Sunshine Apartments — not because he tried to, but because Ramlal kaka never let him forget who arrived when. “Sharma sir’s car, ten past nine,” Ramlal would say, “always ten minutes late from his badminton.” “Who cares,” Arjun muttered to his
