On the outside, he seemed like the sort of man most people respected. Vishwanan had a stable job, a matching designation, and a wife named Neela, who was sharp enough to see through his curated charm and done pretending otherwise. Their daughter, Kartika, now in her twenties, lived away from…
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Chinese Whispers #Fiction
I asked ChatGPT for writing prompts, and this is the one I picked to write this short story on. Prompt: You pick up Chinese food from a local restaurant, but when you get home, you find something unexpected in the bag. Sushant Gupta shut his laptop, stretched his hands above…
Of Words & Wishes #TheBlogchatterBookOfLove
Writing is a lonely journey. It is a writer, their thoughts, ideas, and words, all existing in a bubble. A story in its nascent stage is most fragile, and you are wary of sharing it as opinions and suggestions could dent a hole in the bubble within which a writer…
Ram Bharose #WriteAPageADay
‘The Halwa you make, Ram Bharose, sometimes I feel Lord Krishna himself comes down to savor it! It is exceptional every time, and the taste has been the same, for the past 20 years!’ exclaimed Vishnu, as he relished yet another spoonful of the golden yellow halwa from his silver…
The Wedding #WriteAPageADay #StoryTellersBlogHop
Anju was fascinated by the sight of Mrs. Broota popping one scrumptious laddu after another into her garishly painted mouth in quick succession. “I’ve suddenly lost my appetite” Anju murmured to herself as she tore her eyes away from Mrs. Broota’s steady sequence. Placing the laddu back into the platter,…
Twitter Crush #Fiction
Shrirang had created an account on Twitter without knowing why he did. He wasn’t social media-friendly at all. In fact, he wasn’t friendly at all. ‘Bore’, ‘shy’, ‘arrogant’, were the adjectives often used to describe him. How could he tell people that his lack of confidence made him the quiet…
Meethi Roti #WriteAPageADay
It was one of those days when nothing seemed to have gone right. I had left my meticulously done, Geography homework at home. I had forgotten that it was PT day and went to school wearing my usual uniform instead of my PT uniform and was reprimanded for that too….
Boring People #StoryTellersBlogHop
Mishraji was the most hated member of the staff. He was a lazy slob, was known to rap his students on their knuckles with a wooden ruler, asked his students for gifts and favors, ate from everyone’s tiffins, and never shared his own. He was fond of ‘updating’ the Principal…
Short Story: A River Runs Through It – The End
The Sanjhi had finally divided our village. When the rains abated we saw the split. A wooden bridge would be built for the duration of a year so that villagers on each side could commute easily as we adjusted to our respected sides. After which we would be, and function…