As a preamble to my story, let me introduce you all to my family before we start the analysis of each member’s disposition. We are
Author: Sudha Vishwanathan
Mrs. Sudha Viswanath, a teacher by profession, took to writing as a hobby. Many of her stories have been published in magazines. She has also contributed articles online. She is an active member of many writing groups.
The Brutal Act
“If it weren’t for adversities I would have never sent my fourteen-year-old daughter away.” Rukmini wiped her tears as Shalu prepared to leave with Shelar
The Forbidden Delicacy
“May I have this sweet?” Eight-year-old Bantu looked up at his mother with hope simmering in his eyes. He envisaged a smile on her lips
The Unwanted Child
Be quiet, don’t fight, lip tight! Hearing this, bright eyes turn dim, moistened rim, Tears brim, but no respite, words bite, Stern sight. Why me?
The Bridegroom With Clean Habits
Sumi marveled at the wedding reception venue. “Hey,” her friends nudged her. What are you gaping at? Yours is the next big wedding.” They giggled
The Revelation
July 25th, 1947 Chandni Chowk, Delhi. The sound of the approaching ambassador heralded the arrival of the vehicle that Nihal Sabharwal had booked to take
The Priceless Trunk
I tugged my bag under and stretched myself on the cushion seat of the Rajdhani express that I boarded from Mumbai Central to Delhi. The
The Matrimony
“It’s my life….. It’s my life…..” Bon Jovi’s voice reverberated through the restaurant. Some customers thumped their feet on the ground rhythmically. At the same
The Experienced Newbie
“What is wrong with bhau*? Why would he send a newbie on this all-important expedition?” Bantu fumed. His accomplice, Dhondu too was against this idea
The Dark Adventure
Caves passed one by one, long and narrow, Cooing aloud the kids welcomed every tunnel, Continuing to sway and chirp as a sparrow, Clapping their
Miracle or Magic
Shanta upturned every container in the house. Not a grain was left. Her sons aged eleven and seven, would wake up any time now and
In Those Nocturnal Lanes
Twelve times heavily the clock strikes, Yet, not a soul I see in view, ‘A lousy night,’ I cry in rue! Songs stop playing on
The Important Wedding
Mr. Chopra frantically bangs at his son’s bedroom door. Finally, when the door opens, he is aghast to see his son, Sanjay, just out of
The Revenge
The difference between a planned journey and one undertaken at the spur of the moment is that the former involves meticulous planning; each and everything
And Then She Sang Till Eternity
‘Ja tose nahi bolu Kanhaiya….. Ja ,ja tose nahi bolu.. Kanhaiya…..ja ja tose nahi…jaaaa…tose nahi bollluuu kanhaiyaaaa…’ Archana heaved a sigh of relief as she
Ageing Gracefully
Age is nothing but a simple number, Brought into force by none other than us. Caring thoroughly for physique and fitness, Does make one feel
The Stranger
Anshul hopped out of his office at 4 pm. No sooner than the elevator approached the ninth floor and its doors opened, Anshul jumped in,
Sibling Rivalry
Why did this calamity in the form of a younger sibling have to befall me? My mother’s enchanting smile had vanished, and Dad had stopped
The Family Tradition
Sheena rested her head on Siddarth’s chest, caressing his beard. He engulfed her into a warm embrace. “Ouch! This locket is going to pierce into
The Fluorescent Green Shirt
If one can define something as phenomenally difficult in this world, then I must say it is being subjected to an interrogation by the cops.