“Ma!” , Snigdha exclaimed excitedly . “Isn’t it Khukhu Pishi’s Flat? A series of memory flashed infront of Snigdha ‘s eyes.Kjukhu Pishi used to stay
Author: Aditi Lahiry
Aditi is an English and French Language trainer. She is passionate about penning her thoughts in the form of short stories, poems and loves storytelling for children. She lives in Hyderabad with her seven year old son and family.
The Colour Carnival
Aditi Lahiry shares her story ‘The Colour Carnival’ for #QuinTale-53. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/quintale-53
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The Last Desk
Lalitha had finished cleaning the office room and was about to leave for the day. The words of the doctor still haunted her . “I
Arise, Awake, Attend
Wipe the pain of last night Open your eyes to welcome a new dawn Be prepared to grab the first rays of sun Attend to
The Upside Down Feast
It had been over three days that Ronojoy, was going around for his safaris all over the Tadoba Andheri Tiger Reserve near Chandrapur. He had
The Camaraderie
Muskaan came home running from school and told Muniya . “Do you know Mai, I spotted a long snake on the way while returning from
Childhood Dreams
Dear children build sandcastles Dance in the rain Weave stories beyond the storm Splash in puddles Swing in the garden Smile like the sunflower Sing
Our Voice Matters
We have suppressed our love for many years Yes ,its not same but different Yet, we wish to live and love sans guilt Our love
Arc Beyond Tempest
Damini, the children’s right activist took the car keys kept on her table and left hurriedly to rescue Jyoti. She had received a call from
The Gift of Friendship
True Friends are a rare gift, todayYet everyone can’t appreciateEach friend is a treasure to be saved everydayHold your friends closely to celebrate Not every
The Harbinger Cafe
“May I make a beginning from the scratch once again Naina?” Leela’s question made her daughter Naina proud of her mother’s decision. She was genuinely,
The Miraculous Bond
September 1993 ” We need to perform the last rites of our eighteen month old daughter Sirji! Please can you help us trace her body
Kripal Singh’s Precious Possession
The cerculean sky had already changed its hue, it was sometimes purple and sometimes orangish and now almost drenched with blood, ever since man had
The Sustainability Mantra
Reusing is reducing, helps in recycling We can be creating more from our store Let’s explore, we can make, at least now if he wake
Celebrating The New Year
RJ Anupriya, wore a new yellow dhakai saree , adjusted her long thick braid. She sought the blessings of her Ma and Baba ,as it
The Gratitude Trunk
Naomi , reached her ailing grandmother ‘s house in Warsaw. Caroline, her grandmother wanted to share some secret which she had never shared with her.
Stories- My Friend
Since my childhood days, I was engrossed listening to tales Listening to Alibaba and Forty thieves, kept me engrossed for hours indeed The tales of
Happy Valentine’s Day
As soon as Alisha woke up that morning, she spotted a beautiful painting of a mother and daughter made by Mriyanka. There was a hand
The World of Storytellers
Each moment they weave a new story They see a tale in each object The characters evolve and rise to glory The human nature is
A New Role
Amitendu Ray recalled the words of Pilu, his wife. “Your job at the Port Trust is good ,but sans growth.We will not be able to
Anna Granny’s Magic Healers
It was that time of the year when snowflakes were visible outside the window. The children were busy making snowballs and snowmen. They all wore