To Quill the Mocking World

The Road to Lhasa

By Nikhil Gulati

Next in the series of graphic stories …..

June 27, 2015 · 1 Comment

Realm of God: Winter is Coming

By Mradul Raj Jain

You should have stayed in that cave. You couldn’t even follow your heart. But now even she is dead.

June 27, 2015 · Leave a comment

ज़िन्दगी के ताने बाने (1/3)

By Shantanu Jain

और जवाब … जवाब ढूंढते – ढूंढते हम न जाने कितनी ही राहें , कितने ही नुक्कड़ , कितने ही झरोखे पार कर जाते हैं।

June 27, 2015 · Leave a comment

On irrational obsession and the best within us

By Jatin Batra

Often the ones who judge are ridiculously intelligent people, maybe even smarter and more experienced than the crazy fellow in question.

June 27, 2015 · 2 Comments

The world circles around a place of silence.

By Marianne Esders

……… some collaborative action painting

June 27, 2015 · Leave a comment


By Somya Tewari

इस दिन तो दुकानदार भी रोज़ से थोड़े कम business minded हो जाते हैं और पाँचवी के बाद छटी चाय मुफ्त दे देते हैं.

June 26, 2015 · 1 Comment

Maybe, life is a Treadmill

By Ankur Gupta

There exists this strange urge to run faster on life’s track because everyone around me is doing the same.

June 20, 2015 · 1 Comment

Beyond a Gentleman

By Samarth Bharani

A long time ago, it meant men with top hats and long coat tails, who gave out their handkerchiefs to women in distress and fought for their honor.

June 20, 2015 · Leave a comment

उस रात की बात !

By Shantanu Jain

आज की शब कुछ अलग सी थी …

कुछ सकुचाई – सी … कुछ अलसाई – सी …

June 20, 2015 · 4 Comments


By Vasudha Khurana

I was walking by the alley of happy writings on the wall

That is when it happened, they came from behind

June 20, 2015 · Leave a comment

The Lesser Beings: Where they all eat !

By Mradul Raj Jain

It was the usual darkness, I sat in front of a place where humans come to get food.

June 20, 2015 · Leave a comment

Dark Side of the Moon

By Chanda Lalwani

Last night she felt the shivers.

Of the sun’s rays going away.

June 20, 2015 · Leave a comment

The Beggar and the Bowl

By Snehil Basoya

The temple was small, surrounded by a consortium of beggars. One of them was an old blind man who had resided in the temple courtyard for past seventy years.

June 19, 2015 · 1 Comment

I and my self

By Mani Mahesh Garg

But, I am naked and ashamed

In front of my self…

June 13, 2015 · Leave a comment

Just Another Pretty Girl

By Samarth Bharani

I looked over at her and she looked back at me, scanning me from head to toe. She had these dull, listless eyes and her face lacked all emotion. I smiled, but she didn’t smile back.

June 13, 2015 · 1 Comment

A cat is a cat is a cat

By Marianne Esders

A cat ……

June 13, 2015 · Leave a comment

तुम्हारा साथी

By Ankur Gupta

तुम्हारा मुझे नापसंद करना ही मेरी ख़ुराक है. और तुम्हारा मुझे अपनाना, मेरी कमज़ोरी.

June 13, 2015 · Leave a comment

Realm of God: The Chicken and The Man

By Mradul Raj Jain

A man dies after eating an infected chicken and reaches the realm of god, where he confronts the gatekeeper, who stands high in front of the two doors leading to the heaven and hell.

June 13, 2015 · Leave a comment

To Tie the knot or not

By Ipshita Saha

These relatives are a species of thoroughly concerned people who are having sleepless nights because you are still a virgin and happy.

June 13, 2015 · Leave a comment


By Surabhi Yadav

दिल्ली के तेज़ रफ़्तार ट्रैफिक को देख कर लगता है मानो गाड़ियाँ सड़क के साथ पकड़म पकड़ाई खेल रही हो |यही खेल खेलते हुए कुमार और उसका रूम मेट भी बाइक पर सवार होकर लंच टाइम में नेहरू प्लेस पहुंचे ……

June 13, 2015 · 2 Comments

Beautiful Minds

By Krittika Adhikary.

And at sixty-three, with most of his mathematical work behind him, he wrote a charming essay called The Mathematician’s Apology.

June 6, 2015 · 1 Comment

Jack and Jill: 3: Victims of Existence

By Snehil Basoya

We spend our lives projecting ourselves in a particular way; the way we want ourselves to be seen, loved, admired or appreciated or at least acknowledged.

June 6, 2015 · 2 Comments


By Ipshita Saha.

Those eyes were staring at me. But it was just those dark eyes lined with a darker kohl. And nothing else. No treasure. No secrets. Not even life. Were the secrets so dark or was it her soul.

June 6, 2015 · 4 Comments

Miss Kyle

By Samarth Bharani.

I think it was in kindergarten that my son had his first crush. No, it wasn’t a student, it was a teacher. His English teacher. I guess a son takes after his father in more ways than one.

June 6, 2015 · 2 Comments

The Best of Both Worlds

By Charu Mehta.

This is to parenthood, in all languages, all species and all cultures. That which is made of, I don’t know, some unbelievably strong yet the softest and most adorable stuff ever.

June 6, 2015 · Leave a comment

तेरी परिभाषा

By Shantanu Jain

Reminiscences From My Diary …

कभी मस्जिद से आती अजान की आवाज़ है वह ,

वही मंदिर का शंख भी !

June 6, 2015 · 7 Comments

The Musician’s Story

Second in the series of Graphic Stories by Gulati!

June 5, 2015 · 1 Comment

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