Arun Kumar Tirkey shares his story ‘The Holed Coin’. Please read it here and encourage the writer.
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Arun Kumar Tirkey shares his story ‘The Holed Coin’. Please read it here and encourage the writer.
Send in your guest stories, poems, articles, writing tips, travelogues, book reviews at penmagica@gmail.com for us to feature them here.
I am a naive soul, Life’s harsh and arduous, Holding, a task endless, I think and move over the thorny trail, To find my safe
As the rain poured relentlessly outside, Lily sat by the window, her fingers tracing the condensation that clung to the cool glass surface. She could
My teacher is little bit fat, she loves to play with a cat. She teaches us very well, in her body there are blood cell.
She’s staring into nothingness. There are a lot of things going on in her mind. She’s unable to compose herself. She’s Isha Mehra. Her heart
Verse 1: There was a sailor bold and free Who yearned for things he couldn’t see He longed to sail the oceans wide And land
You observe the actress slithering on the grass in a flimsy white saree, soaking wet under the cold showers yet steaming hot, to be licked
The streets and gullies had started looking cleaner. Sweepers were at work diligently, with vats getting cleaned once every two days. Road repairs were also
Jia sat outside the metropolitan family court under the scorching sun. She wistfully remembered the wedding day, three years before celebrated with frolic and
The Darjeeling Toy Train chugs along, Through gossamer mists and cool mountain scenes, Its journey ever so gentle and long From Siliguri it sings a
Let’s travel to a place quaint and blissful Where the breeze carries songs melodious A terrain that is pristine and cheerful; It is not for
She, Samantha, fought with all, young, and old. In her house, the crockery, shook with terror, till knocked out cold. The neighbors shook their heads
I watched the road from my perch on the garden wall. The neighbourhood had bestowed upon me the title of Mr. Know-it-all. Every day, an
“You’re a shame to our breed,” purred Fluffy. “No wonder humans hate you,” spat Kitty. “Have you ever looked at yourself in a mirror?” smirked
“Go away! Leave me alone!” “No, I can’t. Rather, I won’t.” “Please! I’m in no mood to talk.” No matter what she says, I won’t
“ Of course, superheroes exist, But most battles are won by a timely pat on the back, a hug of reassurance and an extra
Oh Hari! How beautiful is this land! Mariam exclaimed. “Ah! Didn’t I tell you so!” Hari replied. Mariam’s rosy cheeks flushed a deeper tint as
“You are not even a Tatkal, you are a late-kal.” Newly wed Jyotsna remarked when her husband Rabi failed to book the tatkal ticket to
I entered this world amidst disappointed frowns. You were the only one who smiled. Primeval patriarchs tried to clip my wings. You taught me to