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[…]

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[…]

Wanderer of the Scorching Sands by Pritesh Patil

Wanderer of the Scorching Sands

A Story written by me long ago, in a time much different from this one, in what could have been a different age, though it’s been but 5 years to that pleasantly cool morning. Earlier called ‘The Silent Wanderer’, it’s now been rechristened to ‘Wanderer of the Scorching Sands’. ***** The hot sun blazed overhead, Read more about Wanderer of the Scorching Sands[…]