The gate did not open all at once. It never did. It released men and women in uneven measures, as if the mill were reluctant to let go of what it had taken for the day. Cotton dust floated in the heat, visible now that the sun stood directly overhead, turning the air pale and restless. Inside, the looms continued their thunder, a sound that had learned to ignore time. Outside, Ahmedabad held its breath between shifts, smelling of sweat, oil, and a promise that had not yet decided how honest it intended to be…
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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 