Stories where the relationship between people is the entire world of the story. Parent and child. Grandparent and grandchild. Siblings. Neighbours who quietly become family. These stories remind you of someone specific — and that is exactly the point. Read alone or read together aloud.
Reading Time: 3 minutesThe Kalanagar signal had turned red for the fourth time that morning, and Vikram Deshmukh had stopped counting the minutes. Behind him, a truck driver leaned on his horn like it owed him money. Autos squeezed into gaps that weren’t gaps. Someone’s bumper kissed someone else’s mirror, and the shouting
Reading Time: 2 minutesRamesh worked in a small accounts office near Dadar station. Every morning at eight, his wife Sunita packed his tiffin — the old steel one with a dent on the lid, wrapped twice in cotton cloth so it would stay warm on the train. He never thought much about it.
Reading Time: < 1 minuteHigh above the mango tree, every bird was getting ready to fly south for the winter. “Everyone goes,” chirped the sparrows. “That’s just what we do.” Little Gulli was excited for his first big journey. But then he found his friend Tuni on a low branch, her wing bent and
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: 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 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 minute“Grandma, were you ever lost?” Aarav asked. She smiled. “Once. God helped me in a strange way that time.” “Tell me,” he said, sitting closer. “I had gone to Surat for work. By the time I finished, it was dark. I took a rickshaw toward my hotel.” “What happened?” “I’d
Reading Time: < 1 minuteEvery evening, just before dinner, Meera watered the tulsi plant in their small courtyard. It stood in an old clay pot near the doorway, its leaves green and fragrant in the evening air. “Why do we water it every single day, Amma?” Meera asked one evening, feeling a little tired
Reading Time: < 1 minuteIt was Diwali night, and the whole street outside glowed like a sky full of fallen stars. Aarav stood on his rooftop, counting the diyas lined along the parapet. One by one, the little flames flickered out as the wind passed through. “Oh no,” he whispered. “They’re all going out.”
Reading Time: 2 minutesStop pulling each other’s hair and listen, both of you. You think Krishna was always floating around with a flute, looking peaceful? Chup. Let me tell you what that boy actually did to his poor mother. Yashoda was churning curd one morning. Hot already, sweat on her neck, bangles clinking
