Tag Archives: Paramendra Bhagat

Story : The One

~Paramendra Bhagat~ She looked like the one. He met her on a boring Saturday afternoon after having been online a few hours. The crowd had dispersed. She asked a few questions, and he answered best he could. That had happened … Continue reading

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Story : Going By The Clock

~Paramendra Bhagat~ When I saw her for the first time, she had her papers strewn all over the dining table: recent mail, news clippings, newsletters, papers in progress, handwritten notes, opened and sealed envelopes, pamphlets to pass around, her appointments … Continue reading

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Story : Home Comes The Bullock Cart

~Paramendra Bhagat~ It was past sunset. The village was veiled in the growing dark. Lanterns burned kerosene to throw the meager light in the little courtyards in front of the mud houses that sometimes made its way onto the narrow … Continue reading

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Story : Status Quo

~Paramendra Bhagat~ He asked if I wanted coffee or tea, and I did not want either, so he started to talk about the weather, then he brought up some news. I was not particularly interested. I was into news myself, … Continue reading

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Story : Momo Junction

~Paramendra Bhagat~ The latecomers went straight for the kill, those whose appetites had been whetted by a few rounds of servings competed; in the semi-dark it was a strain to reckon faces. Newcomers and veterans mingled. The apartment complex had … Continue reading

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Story : One Leg Down

~Paramendra Bhagat~ After getting unloaded in downtown St. Louis, Tim Brown sent messages over his highway master to inform his dispatcher he was empty, hoping to pick up a load and head home early for the weekend, if possible. He … Continue reading

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