Stories Matter
Stories Matter
Author : Amita Raj This was not the first time Nina had noticed the flashing neon sign in front of a store that read ‘Psychic Sapna’. The glass windows had a flier, ‘I’ve the power to fulfil your dreams.’ There was a phone number as well as the option of walk-ins. Through the glass window, […]
Author: Amita Raj Dressed in soft celestine blue, the full moon illuminated the sky amidst the final saffron-gold hues of the dusky evening. Grey seagulls, red- beaked parrots and jet black crows sang their bird songs. Shaping colourful patterns on the horizon, they all flew up upwards. Joining the fluttering blue butterfly, I found myself
#Fiction Author : Amita Raj Picture Courtesy : Saumya Dwivedi Megha opened the cupboard to select an elegant outfit to wear for her friend’s wedding reception. Hanging amidst all her clothes was her favourite red silk sari. She gazed at it with misty eyes. It shone like a sheet of melting ruby, with gold butis
Author: Swati Mohandas “You are dumb. Your parents didn’t teach you anything. You are good for nothing.” I was subjected to such kind of verbal abuse now and then. Sometimes, I even had to tolerate physical abuse. But I kept quiet. I was reluctant to report abuse at the hands of my wife. Yes, you read
Author: Swati Mohandas “No, don’t kill him” , I mumbled. Thump!! I saw his body lying splattered in a pool of blood. The boy was thrown from the eighteenth floor by his father. I shrieked, “Nooooo” and woke up gasping for breath. I had a nightmare in which Annabelle, the terrifying porcelain doll who had cursed the father to
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Author: Anindita Bhattacharya “ETERNAL”, the word itself says so much, anything that is immortal. I do not know any such thing, which last forever, well after saying this, I might be rejected from the getting my blog published. But someone,somewhere will read this, understand too, yes no thing, no relation, no moment can be eternal. In
Author: Sheela S. Iyer Alok lived with his siblings in a high rise building on the top floor in the city of dreams, Mumbai. They had an open paved terrace attached to their apartment. Alok was the eldest and was very fond of cars. He started his own business of assembling customized bikes and cars five years
Author: Sheetal Pradhan Deshpande Monsoon..the word says it all! It is that time of the year that gives us so many memories to keep with us forever. I am sure each one of us has at least one romantic memory of the monsoon. Rains always had a special place in my heart as I found