I am inspired by this cluster of the Bhadraksha trees in the colony park whose roots certainly appear sinister to me. I hope I have been able to evoke the right emotions with this piece of fiction.… Read More The Dirty Half a Dozen Mobsters | Fiction Writing |
She was gone! The quiet of the room mocked him for sleeping so soundly to allow her to slip away again. Why did she leave? Didn’t last night mean anything to her? The passion had felt real, it had woken something in both of them. Throwing stuff into his suitcase, he packed up to check… Read More When love strikes | Friday Fiction |
Quickly draping her saree, she stole a glance at his sleeping profile and almost slipped back into the bed. Collapsing into the waiting cab, she closed her eyes. Images from the night before flashed before her and she licked her lips as if to taste him again. She still felt it was a dream to… Read More Opportunity knocks once, Temptation leans on the doorbell | Friday Fiction |
#FridayFotoFiction Caged forever Crowd thronged, lunging for preferred elixir Music thundered, dancers swaying over each other He perused, women looking like exotic creatures They entered, twin made up wonder He offered, potency in a glass full of colour They accepted, falling for his allure Dazzled, world spun in a maze of wonder Light headed,… Read More #FridayFotoFiction: Caged Forever
#FridayFotoFiction She came to the city in 2015 and cut through this park on her way to work. She noticed him on the bench – feeding the birds or reading the newspaper or chatting with the snack-stand vendor. Come rain or shine, he would be perched on this bench; very much a part of the… Read More #FridayFotoFiction: Will she see him again ?
#FridayFotoFiction The Escape Her scarf came undone, letting loose her auburn curls which flew around her face as she raced down the pavement. Dodging fellow walkers, baby strollers, leashed dogs; she paused to check behind her. The three men were still hot on her trail. Breathing hard, she turned into an alley and hit a dead-end.… Read More #FridayFotoFiction: The Escape
#FridayFiction “Long tresses are important for a good match. Dont you ever dare mention cutting your hair again”, her mother reproached her. “But Ma I want to look smart like Tejaswi. I look so nerdy with my hair oiled and braided into tight plaits. I want a fringe to play with and short hair to swing… Read More #FridayFiction: When I grow up, I will do as I please!
#FridayFiction Ananya couldnt believe it was 2 years since her divorce from Kushal; 2 years of re-building her life; 2 years of starting her small home catering business 2 years of self- sufficiency 2 years of peace of mind. Yes the road had been bumpy. It hasn’t been easy to convince her parents; seeing as… Read More #FridayFiction: Two is company; three is society!
