Mr Rao, reputed govt servant, is dead. He has had a colourful career. and even a book written about him, which he hoped would become a Netflix series He even commisioned a few of his own statues.
But now in the afterlife, his sins will be judged, and streamed across a multiverse. Does Rao really deserve purgatory?
Tag: Short-story
Dying on Instagram
The deranged lover has taken the pills to kill himself. He wants to browse his instagram before the drug kicks in.
The Pregnant Djinn
Faris was an angry Ifrit . Anger was bad news in an Ifrit, who were Djinns, creatures of smokeless fire. An ancestor of Faris was said to have burped around the Mesozoic era, and accidentally wiped out the dinosaurs. The Almighty Yehwah was yet to fashion humans from the red dust of the earth, and…
The BTR Pandemic (Better than Retinol)
A new pandemic has invaded the masses because of the idiot act of a scientist. And instead of owning up to his mistake, he proceeds to patent it, and insists on turning his pandemic viral. Septemus is onto Chang…while also worrying that his wife could be into Chang.
Twenty-Five is a very attractive age
Twenty-five is a very attractive age. Bangalore Society is full of women, who of their own free choice, remained twenty-five for years. Take me for instance. I have been twenty-five ever since I arrived at the age of thirty, which was many years ago now. Frankly, this whole practice of age and its every increasing…
50 Shades of Black and White
Disclaimer: Mild erotic content “So if I do end up sleeping with this guy, can you tell me what would be your psychological analysis of the situation?” said Lena, raising an eyebrow across the table. She watched as Serene’s hair fluttered in the gentle breeze of the fan, as an image flashed before her –…
The Crucification of Jack Sparrow
It was when Jack found his hands and legs tied unceremoniously to the gigantic cross, crumbling under its damned weight, sweating in the harsh June sun, that he realized something. He was in trouble, big time. The sentry nearby threw the whip again his sweating body. “Ok, Ok. I’m hoisting up. It ain’t gonna happen…
Amel Rahman 