DATING and MATING

I go home early, shower, deodorize, groom, titivate, put on my best shirt and wait in eager anticipation for this mysterious woman…

Derby – A Fiction Short Story by Vikram Karve

Click the link and read on my creative writing blog, my fiction short story DERBY:
http://vikramkarve.sulekha.com/blog/post/2009/04/derby.htm
Regards
Vikram Karve

THE EMAIL

It all began when my fiancé Anil suddenly broke off our engagement without any explanation.

A Pune Story

Click the link below and read on my creative writing blog:
http://vikramkarve.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/12/spdp-at-vaishali.htm
Vikram Karve

A Mumbai Story

Click the link below to read a Mumbai story
 
http://vikramkarve.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/05/a-lazy-hot-afternoon-in-mumbai-a-leisurely-story.htm
 
All the Best
vikram Karve

THE AFFAIR by VIKRAM KARVE

Click the link below and read a fiction short story THE AFFAIR by Vikram Karve
http://vikramkarve.sulekha.com/blog/post/2007/09/the-affair.htm
If you like it do read my fiction on my creative writing blog
http://vikramkarve.sulekha.com
Regards
Vikram Karve

Life Process Outsourcing – LPO

Just click on the link below and read my story on LPO – Life Process Outsourcing:
http://vikramkarve.sulekha.com/blog/post/2007/09/life-process-outsourcing-pure-fiction.htm
Do read all my creative writing on my sulekha creative writing blog:
http://vikramkarve.sulekha.com
Regards
Vikram Karve

The Visitor – Fiction Short Story

Click the link below and read my short story – The Visitor
http://vikramkarve.sulekha.com/blog/post/2007/09/the-visitor-fiction-short-story.htm
VIKRAM KARVE

Lovedale – a short story

LOVEDALE
 
(a short story)
 
by
 
VIKRAM KARVE
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Lovedale. A quaint little station on the Nilgiri Mountain Railway that runs from Mettupalayam in the plains on a breathtaking journey to beautiful Ooty, the Queen of Hill Stations. On Lovedale station there is just one small [...]

The Wallflower [parts 1,2,3,4,5]

THE WALLFLOWER
 By VIKRAM KARVE   [PART – 1]                “I don’t want to marry Manisha,” I told my mother.             My mother looked as if she had been pole-axed. Suddenly there was a metamorphosis in her expression – a distant look across my shoulder followed by a smile of forced geniality.             “Manisha is coming!” my mother whispered.             I turned around [...]