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.
Author: Alpna Das Sharma
Alpna Das is a practising doctor, trained in dermatology with an undying fascination for the creative arts, books and travel.
She lives on stories and is intrigued by many untold tales behind silent gazes and human expressions.
A Witness to Cherish
“ Of course, superheroes exist, But most battles are won by a timely pat on the back, a hug of reassurance and an extra
Anaadi-Anant
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
Mystic Mischief
The Morning Before “I know them well, Saru,” announced Lakhi, blowing over her freshly painted nails. “ They will do everything to make me feel
The Cherished One
“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 :)
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
Paradox…eh?
“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
Karna’s ‘Purple’xity
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
Stony Silence, Speaking Stones
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
Bridal Cues
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
Of Welled Tears and Walled Despair
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.
It’s My Number
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
Star-crossed Lanes
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
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
Closure @ Crossroads
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
The Heart Knows
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
SIDDHI: The Accomplishment
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
Acceptance
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