Righting the Wrong
An oncosurgeon for twenty-eight years, Dr. Nitesh Joshi has retired leaving behind his hours and days of cutting through people’s bodies so as to lend
a coven of creative characters
An oncosurgeon for twenty-eight years, Dr. Nitesh Joshi has retired leaving behind his hours and days of cutting through people’s bodies so as to lend
SixPens Tale- 4 Everyone said that Emily was a witch who does black magic and I never seemed to believe anyone. But, I still had
Once there was a little boy who was a friend to all creatures big and small. On his way to school, he would give the
I had returned home from my board examinations when we learned about my grandma’s heart attack. She lived alone at our ancestral home in Kochi
Let the cold winter that ceases, Hear me aloud from the time that freezes Laughter and shivers that grows within, Let no time be the
I am a thread, that is never broken. (means strong) I am a thread, that unites others. (means collaboration) I am a thread, that you tie at the
Martha’s feet hesitated over the dried leaves that travelled from the desolated street through the broken, partially unhinged front door. She touched the old, chipped
SixPens Tale- 3 “I’m so happy to see you!” “Where were you all these days?” continued Ben after Tom didn’t answer. “I searched all over
I am in an empty room. Lying on the floor. Maybe I am asleep. Gradually the walls begin to crumble as though the whole world
A bud, a rose, a beautiful flower, Here comes the beauty of a shining star Oh hey! come let me show you the path To
“You should publish this!” Reza stated as Frieda engaged herself in sorting her crisp cotton sarees neatly. “Nopes!” Frieda replied as she hung a starched
SixPens Tale- 2 It had been ten years since those haunting aliens were last encountered and their nefarious plans of invasion had created a state
As the sun shines through my window in the midst of the morning glow, my cravings look for a binge in the side of the
SixPens Tale- 1 Version 1 The last time I saw him, he was brooding over his coffin. The droop of the shoulders was like the
There was a knock on my door. I opened it and he was there. Vitaglobulus citorotatus ambulocanthus brutum. I did not know that before, but
H., the famous fishing magnate, who supplied fish to the gourmet chefs in town, and made the palates of pescatarians pulse with delight, walked towards
Tonight is my last in prison. Tomorrow at first light I will be executed. I am accused of the heinous crime of uxoricide and condemned
she who makes my heart flutter like flames & butterfly wings in her smile has my soul found the eternal sunshine of life the warm