“Have enough courage to trust love one more time; and always one more time.” Maya Angelou * Celine He was already at the restaurant; sitting
Author: Monica Singh
A scientist by profession; however, tinkering with beakers and test tubes couldn't keep Monica Singh from her life long passion of writing. She writes, so that her words can reach other people in need, and they can one day find comfort and understanding in her words; just as she did, in the words of so many others before her.
The Swan Song
“It’s a simple question; Do we bear monsters? Or do we create them?” ― Anthony Neilson, Neilson Plays. *** [CUE SENTIMENTAL MUSIC] [B/W SHOT OF
Happily Ever After
“Break Your Glass Slippers” AMANDA LOVELACE *** Alka wiped the blackboard clean. A collective groan issued from the gaggle of middle-graders behind her. She suppressed a
Hello! And Welcome To The Great Beyond!
“I never thought this was a real place, you know?” Geronimo said. Magpie shifted in her chair. “I don’t think anybody thought this place was
Extremely Ordinary Folk-Tales
Over the top of her notepad, Mira peeked at the couple sitting before her. The woman wore a starched teal coloured cotton saree that was
Second Innings
She is finally done packing. She sits in a corner of her room, exhausted, glancing around at the mess of old clothes, waste paper, full
Our Little Secret
“Some scars are numb. They rid you of the capacity to feel anything ever again.” JOYCE RACHELLE *** Today – The End The silent suburban
Victims for Sale
The author has been an investigative journalist for a considerable period of her life, and the experience shows in the plot line. We are exposed to the underbelly of red tape in journalism and the myriad aspects of sting operations. There is also a sub textual vein of the significance of media and the role it plays in building the temperament of the general public.
Imitation Art
“A man may dwell so long upon a thought that it may take him prisoner.” GEORGE SAVILE *** I saw the credits for the painting
The Spotless Mind
“Come brother, let us pray to God for His forgiveness. Let us pray that his light always shine upon our home and hearth. That we
The Hidden Population
When she danced, Alia felt mother nature dance along with her; lost in a trance and uncaring of the world, swaying gently to the symphony
Virtuality
My parents fight all the time! I am sick of it! What should I do? The phone made a whooshing sound as the message was
Future Perfect
Andrew gazed at the calculations on the screen for the umpteenth time. Yes, he was so close! He could feel the anticipation in the air