“Sunshine is here Bright as a chandelier Open your eyes And drown in my arm’s maze Sweet little dove Come, fall in love.” Albert’s young
Author: Revathi Srinivasan
Revathi Srinivasan is a full time dreamer, apart from being a mother, homemaker and dancer. She squeezes inspiration from her own life experiences for her new found love for writing.
Closed Doors
The doors closed. Within seconds the wails and cries were replaced with a deafening whooshing sound. Every soul oscillated with the vibrations. The tremors increased
Desire, the Nightmare
The End “Still alive? Princess Rudravalli,” King Lankeshan howled and crushed the glass of wine in his fist. “Your majesty,” Poorni ran to his rescue.
Rigged Ring
‘My precious. Where are you hiding? Come to me.’ Pearls of sweat ran down George’s temple. He shivered in the chillness that gripped his spine.
The True Calling
Present The horse strode into the woods, breaking every twig and branch on its way. The eerie silence diminished as wails and cries followed the
The Cottage
“Lazy little Tom, Never listened to his mom; He rolled over in the mud, And fell down with a thud; Scrub and clean your wound,
Spectrum of Life
Crimson, yellow, magenta splashed across the palette of the evening sky. The shimmering beams of the sun camouflaged on cement architecture. The chirping of the
Madras to America via Tirupathi
Year 1995 “Why are you sitting here, Padma? Go and sit in that two-seater. Else, you love birds will curse me for ruining your privacy.”
Cairn – Let thy be Bygone
Pavithra stared surreptitiously into the blank. Was it the angst of knowing it all yet not understanding a dime? Did the words daunt her, or
Lessons Not Learnt
Riverlike it swells, till a crescendo Denouncing my ardent mother inept Mocking that she wasn’t probably pronto I smirked, in future, I will be adept
The Royal Aversion
Nagendra, the snake slid along the trunk of the tree. It wasn’t home to only him, but a hive too. Rani was the young queen
Ostentation of words
On a flight, I sat on a seat next to Mr Tharoor Excited about a fascinating trip to Karur I had a hundred questions about
Bhakti for Love
(India – 1967) “Firstly, I would like to take this opportunity to congratulate you on behalf of our audience. You are the nightingale of Carnatic
The Divine Sinner
“Hari Om Hari Om,” Babaji strolled across the pandal with folded hands greeting everyone his eyes could meet. Each day he walked into the place
Rainbow Wishes
June 2019 Zarine tried hard to open her eyes. Her eyelids were glued together. Was she still alive? She moved her toes and fingers, which
The Dwarf Lord
First feet tore open the skies, Soar high while you serve mankind A message in disguise, O! Vamana Second stomped the Earth strong Stay rooted
Alice in Wonderland
Norman ran behind Alice in the middle of a busy street with his camera. They reached a traffic signal which had just turned red. Huffing
A Chance to Love
“There is no network connection here,” Karen held her smartphone high up. “Let’s walk to the other side of the shore,” Aaron kicked some sand
Parakaalan
“Why did we watch this movie? It is your kind of movie,” Meera rolled her eyes. “Stop wheeling your eyes to the ceiling,” Radha patted
