Sudha Vishwanathan shares her story for #QuinTale-62. Please read and share yours for the #LiarLiar #prompt.
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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.
A Relationship Worth Cherishing
‘Everything about her was a lie. God knows who named her Satya?’ Anagha rushed towards Rudra’s room, but her husband Ramesh outwitted her speed. He
Love is Eternal
Sudha Vishwanathan shared her story for #QuinTale-60. Read it here and share yours for the #writingprompt.
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The Coconut Block
Arun walked into the kitchen, where his wife Sulochana was busy preparing North-Indian dishes to welcome their Punjabi Daughter-in-law, Shivani. “I don’t see any South
Joy Restored
Tears of grief had finally found their way through joy. Prerna had been blessed with a healthy baby! She carefully held
The Ominous Star
Sudha Vishwanathan shares her story ‘The Ominous Star’ for #QuinTale-55. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/quintale-55
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Etched in my memory
Pitter patter the raindrops fell on the window panes, adding chaos inside the police station. Oblivious of the cacophony, a reptile on the wall diligently
Acceptance
“Is Jhanvi ready? And why are you glued to the television when ….. ” Rajat’s words diluted as he stood aghast seeing his wife, Neelam
Connected Pieces of a Puzzle
25th October, 1992, Bombay. The city was reeling under the sweltering October heat. Even the early morning sun chose to show its intensity. The Celsius
The Burn Victim
Gossip queen, Sarita rolled her pupils like a laddle swirling a gravy, no sooner than Mythili answered the doorbell. “Didn’t you hear any screams in the
In search of happiness
With it’s deafening siren, the ambulance approached the Chayya home for the aged and destitutes. Helpers Pralhad and Dinesh swung into action and lifted Tara
Repentance
Jia sat outside the metropolitan family court under the scorching sun. She wistfully remembered the wedding day, three years before celebrated with frolic and
I Love You Dearly
I love you dearly anyway When they call you different, I don’t bother You are not like me, they say It pains to see mom
Poetry in prose or Prose in poetry
‘Cling,’ the message notification jolted me from my sleep. Rummaging through the bedsheets I found my handset under a heap. ‘Have you started writing for
An Ode to My Mother
If I have birth another Dear mother Your womb I eagerly seek Wherein I feel safe and sound Love abound Your caressing never meek. Girl,
Perseverance and Fortitude Pays
“There is an email from Suchi. She is coming today.” Santosh’s excited tone brought his mother Savitri rushing from the kitchen. His father, Vednarayan, who
Can Black Turn White?
I was not a black sheep by birth. My fair complexion defied that. I had my first puff and tasted liquor when I was fourteen.
The Mathematical Puzzles
“Two out of Fifty; BHASKAR, I need to see your parents on Saturday.” My 7th grade Math teacher rolled her pupils in disgust as she
The Blindfolded Game
With that acerbic twitch on your lips, you let yourself be blindfolded and ushered into the room that is going to be your abode for
Hard Work Pays
Uncle, uncle, have you any food? Yes boy, yes boy, three bags full. One for my daughter and one for my mate, And one for
The Curtain of Guilt
MARCH 16th 1971 Inspector Mukundan’s bike screeched to a halt in front of the departure gate of the Trivandrum international airport. He spotted Gopan at