The glass panel creaks as you drag the window open to walk out into the balcony. You check the laundry fluttering on the clothes stand.
Author: Harshita Nanda
The Odd Book Of Baby Names
The Odd Book Of Baby Names is a book that pushes the envelope. It creates a world that the reader can imagine, with characters that seem familiar.
Shyamala’s Story
Shyamala took her stance as the bowler started running from the other end. With a glance, she checked if any fielder had changed their position.
The Engagement Ring
The red ruby sparkled seductively. Ritika felt a queer sensation in her stomach as her ruby engagement ring sparkled. She felt off-balance as if her
The Price of Love
Manohar stood at the edge of the lawn, watching his employer Karan work under the hot sun. Karan was digging the flower bed around the
The Temporary Guest
Mayank stood in the centre of the living room, his eyes on old Mrs. Malathi Mukherjee seated on the divan. Please her say yes was the refrain
The Pentagram and The Dragon
You are ten years old and have lived in the orphanage for half of your life. While you are not happy at the orphanage, you
The Anniversary Dinner
Natasha’s stilettos clicked against the marble floor as she walked into the dining room. The centrepiece of lilies and flickering candles added romance to the
A Constant Reminder
I reached the station an hour before the train was due to arrive. I knew I was early, but I had nowhere else to go.
The Other One
Sanjana first became aware that something was wrong by the whispers of the women huddled in the corner. Still groggy from the effects of anaesthesia
Embracing The Rainbow
“Why does he hate me?” Shekhar asked in an anguished whisper to Maya. Stroking his hair gently, Maya replied, “He doesn’t hate you. He doesn’t
Homecoming
“May I offer you some tea while you wait?” The butler asked Shanti, ushering her into the study. Shanti shook her head, “Nothing, thank you
The Red Phulkari
“I refuse to keep an illegitimate brat from a different religion in my household!” shouted Badi Bi, pounding her teakwood cane into the floor, imperiously.
Hey You! Newbie
“Hey! You! Newbie!” shouted Mr Malhotra, proprietor of Malhotra consultancy. “Here we go again,” thought Rashmi mentally. “You joined today?” Mr Malhotra barked, pointing his
On Meeting a Stranger
“Sorry Sir, I cannot confirm to you when the flight will be departing. The runway is flooded, and with no sign of the rain stopping
Quirk of Fate
“Maya, I need the reports by morning.” Maya looked up from her laptop in annoyance at the retreating back of Mr Shenoy, her manager. “Typical!”