Sam was prodding into the interiors of this radio set. Lifting it up obliquely for a sharper view, he found inside a strange plate, he
Author: Shweta Agarwal
Shweta Agarwal is a trained and experienced science teacher. During her teaching days she experienced a brief stint as an editor of a reputed Publishing house. The enigma of words has since captured her, and she now freelances as a blogger and writer. She has authored a mystery novella ‘Why should I be Good?’
Conversations with my Master
Hey Sloth! Winnow away that indolence. Lousy! Manifest your spine Let this tip upon a paper. Dance. Rattle up the senses out of your wits.
Many Shades of Love
10 pm. Once again Padma searched for Salman on the Facebook. Although it was for the nth time, he could not be found. She then
Taking a call
There is this place. I want to go. Go to once again Live a couple of years Before this life ends. My soul sullenly yearns
Call me Cinderella
Timid Staying home mom I needed to give them care You only learnt to exploit me Selfish. Seasons Of disrespect Scalded that love, that softness
The Caravan
The caravan was on its journey. Just in front of her in cages were wolves, jackals, hyenas. Thilda was petrified. With sizes so big, they
The Believer
Dia turned sharply. Her pigtails flying over her shoulder and she looked at me impenitently. “So? It’s Diwali!” Dia is my 5-year-old sister. Her ocean
One-sided Friendship
It was that hot, sultry dusk of June when temperatures were soaring up to a merciless 48 degrees. When humanity shuts itself indoors the whole
Kitty Party at My Place
Hey! Hi! Hello! Sona, Mona, Shelly and respected Ms.Demello. Kitty party’s at my place, The theme marked is colour yellow. Spruce up to beano, swathe
When Breath Becomes Air
The autobiographical account of the writer who is no more. This was the first reason that I picked up this one jumping the to-be-read. Of
An Old Habit
Mrs. Shah’s husband had been claimed to cancer. All attempts to save him, and the best treatment had perhaps prolonged his breaths for one more
Melancholy
In the glare of sun hot above midlife Flushing, withering, love drops receding Trees shedding leaves down stark naked in glare a hot wind gropes,
Ordinary Women
Twinkle was standing near the gas stove. The slender Aubergines simmered with spices on the gentle blue gas flame. Just then, a wisp of air
Life Begins After a Hitch
Running an hour late, Kavita hired a cab that would take her to office. She contently occupied the corner of the backseat, letting her gaze
Falling in Love
Rollick Frolic rush, father’s boat, a hint on high, Mother’s hand in prayer, calling sobriquets to sea, Boys’ gazing through corners of the eye. The
Braveheart
The year 1994. Vidya swiftly progressed to the Numbakkam station. Her surefootedness telling, she knew her journey well. Barely near the station, a frazzled torso
Someone’s Waiting
“Linda! Did Titu call?” asked Ms. Latika looking at the woolen Beanie hat in the picture on the iPad. It was this hat coming from
Evening Star
Even since childhood, many tales I hear, Upon Mom’s knee, and grandma dear. They speak about a kingdom, above in the sky, Of boundless terrain