The Great Eggscape
Anto worked at a dressings factory that manufactured Mayonnaise and other dressings. He toiled all day long there, and the factory had become his second
Penmancy Anthologies
Topsy-Turvy
The lonely, unkempt pathway to the cemetery didn’t discourage Vik from the task. As he trudged along, the wind ruffling the overgrown weeds interspersed by
It rained in a writer’s parade
It was six in the evening in Mumbai. At his cosy second-floor apartment, Mr Abhijit Anand―the award-winning writer, blogger, and social media influencer, was watching
A Chance to Love
“There is no network connection here,” Karen held her smartphone high up. “Let’s walk to the other side of the shore,” Aaron kicked some sand
The Inversion Therapy
Shamik walked faster. The long, dark stretch of the graveyard made him uneasy. Not a soul around. No sounds emanated except for the crickets. The
Caught in the Upside Down World
“Oh! My dear, it seems like yesterday when we decided to make this place our home.” “Yes! Sweetheart.” “I hadn’t the faintest idea back then
The Duchess
‘The Duchess’ was sailing swiftly on the sea ripping apart the emerald waters. Captain Girardelli was greeting the passengers with a cordial familiarity while descending
The Chosen One
“Till last week, all polls indicated that we were leading. How did it turn upside down now? We have only a few days left. I
The Untold Truth
‘…we were having a jashn-e-daawat kind of thing on the terrace (plums and mangoes and the like). I was eating a plum (delicious!) when I
The Mitron Plight
What a life I’ve had! From meteoric highs to abyssal lows, I have seen it all in one lifetime. Honestly, I ain’t bragging a bit.
Nylan in Wireland
The sudden fireworks, scared Nylanderia fulva, out of her wits. “Curiosity can kill; they told me. But the ever excited me… I had to venture
Between Two Worlds
“You think he’ll understand?” He entreated. “Depends on whether you ask or tell,” she replied stoically. “Should I take your calm acceptance to my truth
The Carved Message
Ajit was dumbstruck. The lifeless body of his favorite man in the world; his dadu was in front of him. He held the wooden box
No Time to Fear
I don’t know why I am nervous today. I have climbed up these ropes, twenty-five feet high innumerable times. Maybe because today is going to
An Ode to Food in Times Like These
Symptoms may include the lossof taste and smellSo we loaded our ovens withbanana breads, cakes Eggs, cinnamon, vanillaIn resistance – we bakeCaptured in film, first
Humble Delights
Monsoon script of raindrops On misty panes of heart Clusters of stars sprinkled Over toadstools in backyard Snow-caked pine cones dangle Chandeliers of pearls Crimson
Nine Months Wait
Oh, here she finally is In an instant, she is mine A joy cocooned in my arms Such a delight! As we both lay in
