The misty surroundings, the early morning cool breeze, intoxicating fragrance of the flowers, the damp foliage, the undulating beauty of the hilly woods was enthralling.
Author: Shashikala Gadepally
Shashikala Gadepally is a budding writer and her baby steps, into the realms of writing, are trying to find a foothold to steady herself. A teacher by profession she finds teaching an enriching experience. Post retirement the leisurely days have given her the opportunity to explore new avenues and the newfound passion is - writing. Writing gives her immense happiness, and contentment. Reading has been her passion since childhood, now writing too has become her passion.
Apart from reading and writing she has a keen ear for music, both vocal and instrumental.
It is Never Too Late
“Dear Planets, I still love you.” Pluto The spaceship plummeted and did weird somersaults and it was flung far, far, far away into an unknown
The Other Me
The clock struck one. Pitch dark, death-like silence; but for my alter, it was the perfect time. I wanted my other self to appear. I
Refresh, Restart
‘The will to survive, the will to live, surpasses the most adamant challenges in life’. A sneering smile flashed on his lips. If only it
The Rendezvous
Snigdha’s pulse was racing. Sweat trickled from her forehead, her throat felt parched. She felt his intense gaze pierce through her back. She adjusted the
The Noble Companion
It was getting dark and the horse-carriage had slowed down owing to heavy rain. The coachman tried to peer through the thick rain to decide
The Exile and the Aftermath
A different version of you exists in the minds of everyone who knows you. -Coach Lora Lucinda *** How are exile and abandonment different? May
Cheer Life
I zoomed past the slushy roads cutting through the heavy downpour. I was getting wet, muddy water splashed all over me. My white exterior was
Twenty (One, Won), A New Perspective
Reema beamed, “TWENTY TWENTY-ONE Or WON? Fun with words, twist and turn and make them unique. Agree?” Initially, her wit fell flat on them. Then
The Inimitable Bond
Kashish, along with her 15-year-old daughter, Chitra, walked down the lane looking for all those landmarks that were an integral part of her childhood. If
Perception
The crashing sound woke me up from my deep slumber. Had the sound been not so loud, I would have slept for another hour. Mine
Death! Thy Name is Life
It is said that life unwinds itself like a film reel when we are face to face with death. It turned out to be true
The Journal
The crashing sound of the fish tank and the glass jar jolted Sumedh into the present. The fish wriggled and writhed for a brief while
Life – A Futuristic Perspective
The machine made a whirring sound and then stopped. Rimjhim kicked the car out of frustration. Obviously, you can’t kick start a car! ‘Damn the