Welcome the Spring Season
Lush greenery of the field spreads the hope, Daffodils welcome sunny spring season, Frozen and gloomy winter is now nope, Earth rejuvenates in the green
Penmancy Anthologies
Cairnteract
Prabhu and Vilasini were watching TV. Vilasini noticed that Prabhu’s attention was not on it, though. She carried the kid sleeping next to her, put
If it wasn’t for the looming Pandemic…
If it wasn’t for the looming Pandemic… Playgrounds be…. brimming with joyous children Capering around, dancing with frolic Voices rising to reach the skies golden
Eternal Love
Everything around her seemed fresh, like the first page of a new book. A live chorus of bird songs had awakened Nadine’s mind, as she
The Love of My Life
The love of my life is no more alive, I listlessly watch the sun’s setting curve. My heart fills with gloom as I realize, I
What is Love?
Love as they say is a myth not a fact All it gives you is loneliness and pain Unduly when you argue and react Forlorn
Power of Gratitude
Gratitude adds value in many ways, Life is blessed by many factors unknown, Seldom do we get to thank them always, For our life moves
She Still Remembers
She still remembers those beautiful days, Not a single worry; all taken care. Princess oh dear and apple of their eyes Chocolates and toys, new
An Ode to Penmancy
Penmancy- It has a lot to offer, The prompts given are refreshing and new, A group where all writers can get better, And our inked
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.
Grammatically Correct
Author’s Note: This story is my attempt to write using the epistolary form. In an epistolary novel the story progresses through letter exchanges between characters.
A Fallen Leaf
A Fallen Leaf, is a must read if you wish to enjoy a perfect blend of prose and poetry in one book. The stories will poke your brain and stir your soul. If you are yet to read the book, I say, go grab it today. You won’t regret.
Can’t Desert the Dessert
I love sweets and cannot bid them adieu So what if “not guilty” my broad waist pleads? Oh! give me not one but ice-cream cups
Her Hidden Stories
Every woman hides a story, grim, dark Haunts her often, too distressing to bear Indelible memories leave a mark People around, naive and unaware! “Infecund”,
A Man Called Ove
A Man Called Ove is a delightful read; right from the start till the last line. I am charmed by Ove. I found a bit of Ove in myself and I think we will all see a bit of Ove in ourselves. Or lucky to realize that we have someone like Ove around us.
Flight or Fright
Engaging and thrilling
One Two ka Four
Anuja checked her watch. Time to go home. She pulled Buddy. He refused to turn around. Instead, he pulled her back. ‘Bud! Again? Stop this.
Valley of Hope
‘Your services to The Indian Government as a nuclear scientist have been terminated with an immediate effect.’ The bold, italic line, in a swarm of
One Haven, Many Generations
May 14, 1954 Mr. Raju, fondly called as Raju Mama in the little township around the temple, was a middle-aged man then, when the last