Gopal threw down a bunch of scrunched up ten rupee notes on the dirty glass counter. The notes came to rest in the gap between large, even dirtier, glass jars filled with enticing wares and a fair share of flies. There was wrapper-less hard orange candy, small red local chocolates, lollipops with cartoon-cover wrappings and even a jar with stale and very greasy patties. "Four … [Read more...]
Swapnil Bhatnagar was born in Delhi and stays in Bangalore where he works in the research and advisory field. His true love lies in the written word and he thoroughly enjoys the creative process of writing short stories. He remains fascinated by the fact that he shares his birthday with his daughter – a wonderful sign of things to come.
His work has previously been published in magazines such as Out of Print and Spark.
He had put his head down on the dirty teal plastic table in a corner of Govinda bar when I found him. Once my eyes adjusted to the congealed cigarette smoke that made up the bar’s atmosphere, I saw the nearly-empty bottle of Hercules rum that lay in front of him. His leather satchel lay on the floor next to the chair. His black coat also lay crumpled on the floor. It must have … [Read more...]