The room was loud even when it was quiet. Sounds arrived from the street without knocking, voices arguing over nothing, a cart complaining about its load, a radio coughing between stations before settling into a song that did not belong to this hour. Amritsar had not learned how to lower its voice yet. It spoke in bursts, in leftovers of anger and relief, in the scrape of life insisting on itself after having been told, too often, to leave…
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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 