Boats are safe on shore but they weren't built for that – I set my sail in the ocean of words
The Train to SomewhereA Short Story by Vasu Gangapalli The train rattled gently over the tracks, the warm glow of the late afternoon sun painting the cabin golden. Three friends—Raghav, Aanya, and Trisha—sat side by side, their laughter filling the space like music. They were heading to Jaipur for a long overdue trip, a break …
“The Soul Who Waited”A Short Story by Vasu Gangapalli There is a place beyond time, where light doesn’t shine, yet everything glows. It is the Waiting Room of Souls—a realm suspended between lifetimes, between the last breath of one existence and the first cry of another. It is neither heaven nor Earth, but something softer, …
The Last Drop of Tear (Ver2.0)A Short Story by Vasu Gangapalli A man crawled across the cold floor, inching toward an envelope lying just beyond reach near the doorstep of his tiny, dimly lit rented room. His fingers trembled, desperate to grasp it, as the candlelight flickered wildly—the wind from the open window whispering through …
Between Two UniverseA Short Story by Vasu Gangapalli Plot:Two souls, two Universes, one week to understand what it means to be human.---Act 1 – The Cosmic SwapThe dream began with silence. Not the kind that follows an argument, nor the kind that comes when the world sleeps, but a silence that felt alive.In that silence, …
Nothing Short of a MiracleBased on a True IncidentA Short Story by Vasu Gangapalli Jayaprakash sprinted across the golden wheat fields, clutching his unconscious five-year-old daughter, Indu, tightly in his arms. A snake had bitten her while she was playing near the edge of their land. Panic surged through him as he raced towards the …
The Village Engineer A Short Story By Vasu Gangapalli Khadipura, a small village nestled between parched fields and ancient neem trees. Life moved slowly here, pulled down by dust, tradition, and the unspoken rule that women must not dream too loudly. But Meera was different. At seventeen, she was already infamous—for asking too many questions, …
The Regret CollectorA Short Story by Vasu Gangapalli They say if you walk the city streets at 3:33 AM—when the world is quiet, and even your shadow forgets to follow you—you might find him. And so, Arjun walked. His coat was damp with mist. His hands buried deep in his pockets. The weight in his …
The Girl in the GlassA short story by Vasu Sree Gangapalli Arun was just another face behind the counter at Stellar Styles, a posh clothing boutique in the city’s heart. Customers came and went, but none knew how much heart he poured into his work—fixing creases, arranging shelves with care, steaming the gowns like sacred …
The Flag and the PromiseA Short Story by Vasu Gangapalli The morning sun painted the small village of Vasanthpur in golden hues. The tricolor fluttered proudly in the breeze outside the old panchayat hall. Children, dressed in crisp white kurta-pajamas, clutched small paper flags, their eyes shining with excitement. Inside, twelve-year-old Aarav sat with his …
The Unopened LetterA Short Story by Vasu Gangapalli It was a quiet August afternoon in Delhi. The monsoon drizzle tapped gently against the windows as Aanya sifted through her late grandfather’s old wooden trunk. Between faded photographs and rusted coins, her fingers brushed against a yellowed envelope, its edges brittle with time. The handwriting, though …
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