The sky had closed itself early, a high, unmoving lid of grey that admitted neither sun nor explanation. From the terraces of the observatory, the city spread out in careful order, its avenues aligned, its walls washed in a pink that softened authority without denying it. Jaipur was ceremonial even at rest. Its symmetry suggested agreement. Its geometry promised sense. Above it all, the clouds held…
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This story is a part of the book “Lives Between the Dates“, my first printed collection of short stories, bringing together twenty well thought moments from twenty well known lives across twenty Indian cities. These stories do not revisit achievement. They enter the quieter hours around it. The hesitation before action. The doubt behind conviction.
Rooted in real places and shaped by history, this collection gathers the unrecorded moments that define a life more truthfully than any monument.
If you have found something here that stayed with you, some of my other books are now available in print and digital editions. They gather longer journeys, quieter questions, and stories that continue beyond this page.
Weekend Stories by Trishikh 