Tavern

The Tavern at the End of the World

Ritosh was being chased by sword-wielding thugs through the streets of Old Delhi. ‘No, not Old Delhi. Not anymore. It’s New Constantinople now,’ he told himself, quelling his treacherous thoughts. Even mentioning that name was an offense worthy of beheading. The world had changed more than he had thought possible in the last few decades, Read more about The Tavern at the End of the World[…]

Goodbye, Aaji.

Of Broken Promises & Broken Hearts

Of all the promises I have made in my life, there were two I was desperate to keep. Two promises I wanted to fulfill, no matter what. Both made to my grandparents. And I failed to keep them both. I wanted the two of them to be the first to see my published novel. That Read more about Of Broken Promises & Broken Hearts[…]

Lights of London

Lights of London

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, luv”. The man in the black suit turned towards the dark corner of the London alley.  His movement was calm, unhurried, but his muscles were taut, ready to react at the slightest hint of movement. The streetlight fell at an awkward angle there, and the shadows of Read more about Lights of London[…]

Magic of the little folk

The Magic Of The Little Folk

J.R.R. Tolkien taught us that you don’t need to be the strongest or wisest to make a difference. His words held us close and showed us how even the smallest person can change the course of the future. There is magic in the little folk, in their hopes and dreams. A far stronger magic lies Read more about The Magic Of The Little Folk[…]

Conversations with a Fool and William Shakespeare

Conversations With A Fool

“Hello there, old sport!” “Erm, are you talking to me?” “Yes, yes, of course I am talking to you. Who else is here on this godforsaken pier at this godforsaken hour, you godforsaken fool?” “Hey, there’s no need to be rude you know. Hmph.” “Oh, do not walk away, good sir. I apologize. My tongue Read more about Conversations With A Fool[…]

Shadows of the Past by Pritesh Patil

Shadows of the Past

The rain was beating down harshly on the city of Mumbai despite it being the month of November. The weather had progressively gotten weirder with every passing day in the past week. I sat in my apartment slash office above my grandpa’s spice shop in the suburbs watching the raindrops smatter and die against the Read more about Shadows of the Past[…]

Rome's Last Song by Pritesh Patil

Rome’s Last Song

Thea lounged on a luxurious settee, watching Rome burn through the window. Her lover, Neera, fiddled and danced through the cavernous room, delighting in the screams of agony as the souls of Romans left their mortal shells. Times were, Thea wondered whether she had fallen in love with a monster. She had been told that madness Read more about Rome’s Last Song[…]

Locomotive Breath by Pritesh Patil

Locomotive Breath

“Come on Pa, walk faster, we need to get off the tracks before the train comes,” said Mir. “Yes, Pa. We’ll get you all patched up and healed once we’re there. The plague won’t get to us, we’ll live,” said Vir, hacking and coughing even as he smiled at the frail figure of his father Read more about Locomotive Breath[…]