Priya Nayak-Gole shares her story for #QuinTale-61. Please read and share yours for the #LiarLiar #prompt.
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Priya Nayak-Gole shares her story for #QuinTale-61. Please read and share yours for the #LiarLiar #prompt.
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I watched him walk towards me as the rest of the restaurant blurred. Johnathan had that effect ever since I first met him here four
Priya Nayak-Gole shares her story for #Twelve. Read it here and share your for the #writingprompt.
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Priya Nayak-Gole shares her story for #QuinTale-58. Read it here.
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Priya Nayak-Gole shares her story ‘ The Light to Her Shadows’ for #QuinTale-56. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/quintale-56
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Priya Nayak-Gole shares her story ‘Take me… please…’ for #QuinTale-55. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/quintale-55
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A well-recommended read for lovers of literature, drama and pathos.
Priya Nayak Gole shares her story ‘Her Ray of Sunshine’ for Tale-a-thlon #FlashFiction 1. Read it here.
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The story is basically a psychological thriller in the true sense of the word. It revolves around the female protagonist Nihar who at 8 years of age was adopted by her foster parents and uprooted from India to Sydney. Her mother died in a car ‘accident’ which was proved otherwise and her father was sentenced to life imprisonment for the same.
The golden sunrays ricocheting from largest dome of the world famous Meenakshi Amman temple scorched my skin beneath my fancy tunic. The khadi-embroidered deep-green and
I stare at the dilapidated structure on the brink of a total collapse just like those around it now reduced to an impenetrable rubble. The
The stage was set. Floral hues emanated from the string of marigolds interspersed by red and white roses dancing to a collective festive tune. A
Disclaimer: Adult content. Readers’ discretion is advised. The moon was yet to shake off its slumber but the grandeur on the lawns of the Taj
Prologue The newly inaugurated Leonardo Art Gallery buzzed with cacophony of reporters and VIPs gathered to witness the hugely anticipated spectacle. After all, not every
Hidden in the mystic oblivionLies my woeful verity taciturn The breeze around me has calmed down considerably as the sanguine skies settle into the twinkling
Prologue 7th September 2018 I stood outside the Mumbai High court gates my heart pounding in anticipation. I sipped burning-hot tea instantly wheezing in a
“Motherland comes first…” Major Amandeep Shergil declared at the onset of their relationship four years ago. Puja and Aman met at a common friend’s wedding,
Chapter 1 The redolence of the marigold garlands adorning the BR Kalyanamandapam sprinkled with the hues of my favourite red roses engulfed the passers-by as
Arjuna’s bow made an immaculate impression Krishna smiled dolefully, knowing it all She completed the mandatory circumambulation Watching the knight who took the fall. Krishna
Prologue 13th July 2011 ‘…the city is rocked with three blasts….reminder of the 2008 attack… Panchratna building in the Opera house… authorities have sounded high
The piquant aroma of methi-malai-mutter wafted through my senses and I almost brazenly drooled. The creamy dish placed next to Jeera-rice was followed by the