Stretching up on her tippy toes, the seven-year-old pointed at the yellow box on the top shelf of the supermarket’s freezer section. “Papa, chicken strips…I
Author: Supriya Bansal
Supriya Bansal is a radiologist and a full time mother by profession. She considers writing her "me -time", her "happy place".
The End?
Supriya Bansal shares her story ‘The End?’ for #QuinTale-58. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/quintale-58/
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Bellyful of Lies
The dawn breaks at the Kalahari horizon; the ochre sunshine peeks through silken cirrus clouds. Nudged by mellow warmth, a gang of meerkats emerges from
Mumblings and Musings
If you are inclined to pick up one contemporary poetry collection this season, let it be this one; I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Tempestuous Affair
Anan, the cloud, flitted across the translucent dome with nimble steps. The sunbeam, proud of her daughter, stroked her hair, braiding it with the choicest
It Happened a Midsummer Night
Like a malefic eye, the full moon peeked through the tangled tresses of coal-black clouds. The wind wailed, tossing the leaves—a banshee tearing her hair
Look at me!
Put down your phone, mum, won’t you look at me? Poised on a red dragon, I’m by your side, Scattering gold, I found under the
From a Doctor’s Phial
Hushing howls of a slain city, Gagged by the ventilator’s beep. I mumble a pathetic plea. Dangling amidst worlds till I sleep. Variants. Vaccine. Chaos.
Missing Mom
He gazed at the photograph of Vimla aunty in the missing persons section in the newspaper. Deep brown eyes encircled by a rectangular black frame
Evaporated People
A Bleak lull loomed, hung by the frayed wind, Smoldering lingering empathy, Stale ethics, slain spirits; hurled away, A din of horns, snaps of the
A Treasure Worth Seeking
“Let me go!” She flew at her attendants, yelling profanities, digging her nails into their faces. But the attendants were way too strong for her.
Quest for Survival
Will you tell me O dear, what will you do to sustain ‘n survive? When all is said ‘n done, when the push comes to
A visit from the dead
Sudha heard the pattering of her husband’s footsteps on the stairs before the door burst opened. “Sudha, I’m home,” Sudhir hollered from the hallway and
A silent plea
I wade forlorn ‘n fazed But fall flat The ‘new-normal’ inundates me I perdure Damned ‘n dazed Yet intact Awaiting the gay repartee “You’re better
Be your own Sun
She held the acceptance letter from one of the prestigious medical universities and plodded towards her father. In the times when getting a postgraduate seat
Songs from her Womb
“Wake up, Viraj. I saw her again.” Viraj rubbed his eyes and squinted at his wife. Leela’s haunting eyes and the dark circles underneath, stood
Here to Stay
Vroom whoosh! The clamorous roar of the vacuum-cleaner jerked me awake. I clamped my eyes shut and took cover under the pillows to blot out
Waiting for the Sunshine
The Thunder A nudge on the ribs jerked Alan awake. “Where is the baby?” Shauna was frantic. He blinked several times compelling his eyes to
