eFiction India Stories

She sits alone in her self-created devastation. Once again life has lost its point for her and she is...

He always had three legs, none shorter than the other two. In the corner of the room he stood...

I pull your dreams out of my hair As I wake up each morning When I hug my knees...

The evening wears its familiar colors The footpaths are walking to the basti The lake is returning from the...

He liked the way her chopstick-like fingers brushed away her bangs so very lightly every five seconds but he...