Kavya was reading when the bell rang. She opened the door and her eyes widened in delight. Her close friend Radha was standing in the
Author: Renu Narayan
Storyteller, writer, animal and nature lover. Loves to travel mainly to places where trekking is possible. Loves to sing while listening to songs.
Flying High
A dragonfly set out to explore She flew up high so she could see more Gliding on air she saw the sun shining bright Her
Wild Flowers
I sat down to draw the flowers that grow wild Beside the old broken pipe that waters them My pencil poised, one of them I
Let’s Listen to Stories
Let’s listen to stories every single day, They tell the truth they show the way. They make us happy they give us hope, Life’s toughest
The Getaway
Pramila sipped the fragrant coffee, savouring the freshly brewed beverage. Her eyes dreamy, a beatific smile on her lips, she sat lost in thought. “Pramila,
Journey to the Galaxy
I was playing with the yellow tassels of my sari pallu, when I heard the sound of voices and laughter from the street. Curious to
Ode to my Bestie
Our friendship long, has stood the test of time, You know me through and through and yet love me? You are my safe space when
Tryst with Nature
The mountains lured me to explore Set off one morn to trek To seek Love from nature, I wanted more My cheek the breeze did
The Deciding Factor
Two crows were building a nest, noisily communicating with each other. Sitting in the veranda, Sushma watched them distractedly as she sipped her elevenses. Her
The Perfect Match
Dhanya was just about to insert the key into the door when she paused. She could hear voices within. Was she being burgled? Pressing her
The Bus Ride
“May I sit next to you?” Sarala had been gazing out of the window as the bus trundled along. She saw a young man wearing
Bucket List
Maya lay on the sofa. She heard the front door open and shut gently. Nandakumar walked in and smiled when he saw her. “Feeling better?”
The Witness
Saturday 25th July, 1997. 23:45 hrs. Malingnad Railway Station He stood hidden behind the pillar, watching the tea stall. The only stall in the small
Harvest of Dreams
Scorched by the sun, the land lay dry, Searing heat did pierce the air. Summer’s here, not a cloud in the sky, Sun shining on
Beleaguered Queen
Year 1536, day 14th May 1536 Queen Anne Boleyn’s Palace in the Tower of London It’s well past midnight but my eyes are wide open.
Two Wishes
Trisha and Nayana were at the annual Summer Camp. Their camp coordinator Seema was telling all the children a fairy tale. “…The fairy solved the
My First Love
I brought her home dirty and wet, Toweled her dry and hugged her tight. She’s my little baby, someone to hold, cuddle and pet. She makes