Smita Das Jain shares her story for #QuinTale-61. Please read and share yours for the #LiarLiar #prompt.
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Smita Das Jain shares her story for #QuinTale-61. Please read and share yours for the #LiarLiar #prompt.
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Smita Das Jain shares her story for #QuinTale-60. Read it here and share yours for the #QuinTale-60.
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The ticker went down. His heartbeats went up. The bulls in the stock market were blazing infernos for most of the year, creating daily records.
She stood at the edge of where heaven gave way to earth and gazed at the sky. The otherwise blue horizon was shrouded with dark
The eyes and the pout. That’s one of the first things my mother gave me. “Shalini has gone on me,” she didn’t tire of saying
I flip through the Netflix catalogue with a Pina colada in one hand and the TV remote in the other, not knowing what to do
Tonight I lie on the bed as my husband, Sanket, enters inside me. The tide of emotions rising and ebbing inside me escape through the
There were three of us in this marriage. Even before we took the saat-pheras around the holy fire to become one. You were honest and
Present Day Herbert It starts with us. It starts with us. You wake up from your deep slumber. You prefer sleep but can’t help it
I was her favourite child. Even though I wasn’t her own. I first met her as a seven-year-old. She was sitting in the living room
“It doesn’t make sense,” Mayank said to Maneka. Maneka’s expectant smile faded. She had brought the latest story to her husband for his approbation. “Ohh,”
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The orange ball appeared in the black sky and started to colour the earth with its hue. The chirps of the birds leaving their nests
The sky appeared ominous in brown without a tinge of blue. The howls and growls of the wind reverberated in the ears. The parched summer
I wake up earlier than the sun and am at the writing desk without washing my face. The laptop screen illuminates my frontage as I
“May I have a dance with you?” He went down on one knee and asked the lady in red. There were gasps and murmurs from
I was scared of noise till I went deaf. That is what Mama told me. My mother gave birth to me in a dark and
Dark clouds pierced the veil of the horizon and unleashed their fury on earth. The howling wind produced a cacophony in the ears. Somewhere, a
Nina felt she was in a dream until an explosion reverberated through the air, and their car screeched to a halt. Sitting on the driver’s