Citystreets Stories

"I can't believe you're doing this right now." Harry says shaking his head in disbelief. I scoff at his words, "No." shaking my head and turning towards him with a pained and tired expression. "You don't get to blame this on me, not when you-" I stumble on my words thinking back to that painful night, "not when you-". I stop trying to form the words all together. It's too painful to even try and word his sins even in my head, wording his very actions that have caused me so much heartache... I need a cigarette. I swore I wouldn't touch them again, and I had been doing so good... for him. But I lost him, so what's the fucking point of keeping my promise when he couldn't even keep his? You know the unspoken promise we make to our lovers when we commit to them? And yet somehow all my past lovers had a problem with doing just that, keeping that promise, the promise to be faithful. That's what he is now, just another past lover. Another one bites the dust yet again, can my track record possibly get any worse?

This work was first inspired by the anime City Hunter. After having watched City Hunter the first time on Animax, I was amazed at how thrilling the story was, for a story done in an urban setting. I couldn't remember the last time I felt this way after having watched a good movie, or read a good book. That's when I knew I had hit the spot. This is something I wanted to achieve too. For a manga, I'd say City Hunter nailed it. That urban taste. It's what I'd like, and hope, to achieve with this work. To create a set of work that tells marvelous urban stories. I've been compelled to write such work ever since. I hope I'd be able to achieve the height that City Hunter did. (and, no, there will be no 'Mokkori' in my stories. Smirks.) This is a more contemporary work compared to my other works. I hope you enjoy them. :) Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are all the products of the author's imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

this is not a story but a poem I hope you will like this. sorry for disappointment. An essence of indian streets.

A short story I wrote awhile ago but still love.