Would recommend picking up this book. Ninety seven pages later, you are bound to wonder and ponder how the author managed this with such elan.
For all the writers here, reading this can be a priceless lesson in subtle writing.
a coven of creative characters
Would recommend picking up this book. Ninety seven pages later, you are bound to wonder and ponder how the author managed this with such elan.
For all the writers here, reading this can be a priceless lesson in subtle writing.
“ Of course, superheroes exist, But most battles are won by a timely pat on the back, a hug of reassurance and an extra
The End ? Or Another Beginning? Kaliyug! It’s here. I smiled as the realisation dawned on me. I lay there, feeling the crippling poison enswathe
The Morning Before “I know them well, Saru,” announced Lakhi, blowing over her freshly painted nails. “ They will do everything to make me feel
“Wake up! Your highness! It’s time. Wake up!” I can barely make out the words, snugly cocooned under the heavy quilt. Intending to catch a
AD.Verve 🙂 “The buffaloes bellowed, the boys shouted and the birds flew shrieking from the trees….” You hear the droning in the background. You count
“May I help you?” Asma asked the lady ahead of her in the queue. She had witnessed her struggling with the ticket vending machine for
I could never be like them, they had told me. I was made to believe that their blood was blue, Mine was the ordinary, a
They were mere stones. Pale, grey, dark and round, atop each other. Mere stones for the passers-by. But meant more to us. I, Sana and
From the day she entered the household, I followed her around. She was beautiful, her face radiant with the glow of a life-long commitment; a
The first rays of the sun, kissed the freshly harvested golden crops, making them glow brighter than the aureate dome of the revered shrine nearby.
Twenty -one is my number! I was born twenty-one days before the expected day of my arrival. The high-pitched shrieks of my immediate neighbour awakened
Kashif absorbed the mesmerizing spectacle of the bejewelled indigo expanse, trying to fit it into his sparse collection of memorable moments. The balcony of the
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
3rd Oct 2022 Present day 6.30 am The orange-yellow, newly erected, temporary Puja Pandal at the busy crossing in Gurgaon, looks resplendent as it competes
NINE was the number of months she got to prepare for the arrival of her first born.The bliss of nurturing life within was unparalleled. Nauseous
Thud! I hear the loud noise and wonder if it’s the end for me. Supposedly safe in my dark haven, I live in dread all
Aastha had always despised her. She could not bear the thought of being friends with her. Everything from her pudgy nose and her shrill voice