Penmancy Anthologies
Rainbow Wishes
June 2019 Zarine tried hard to open her eyes. Her eyelids were glued together. Was she still alive? She moved her toes and fingers, which
Liberating Wishes
“We did our best yet the coma seems inevitable.” The sentence felt as stiff as my body. I could sense desperation intensified by the incessant
A Wish Not to Wish
“RJ Sana going live. Three…Two…One…” A voice hollered through the Studio. Sana plastered a grin on her somber face. Switching the microphone on, she adjusted
One Last Wish
“Martha! I knew you would come. The Sun might stop shining someday but there is nothing that can stop you from coming here, every year,
Hope Factory
Somewhere between the heaven and earth. Nireeksha frowned, it partitioned her glabella. Her mouth was pinched with her face setting into a sour expression. Christmas
I Wish I Were a Man
Rani woke up at the sound of the alarm clock. It was 4.30 am, and she had to get up instantly. Although every ounce of
The Swan Song
“It’s a simple question; Do we bear monsters? Or do we create them?” ― Anthony Neilson, Neilson Plays. *** [CUE SENTIMENTAL MUSIC] [B/W SHOT OF
My Fairyland Dream
I looked out of the window and gazed at the torment of nature. The lightning flashed like capillaries on the dark grey sky, followed by
An Ode to Women
O ye Women! An epitome of love A multitude of roles and masks Thou adorn with grace O ye Women ! Challenges thee battle are
My Bundle of Joy
This is my story. A story of Wish and hope. A gynaecologist by profession who would give hope to her every patient that she would
A Hymn to Fire
O’ valiant protector In the convergence of body and soul Your Vigour, let me receive O’ possessor of virtues In conflux of the past and
I Shadow Thee
Follow your steps, I shadow thee, My Guru leads, paths etch out free, With light ahead, I shadow thee. Knowledge strays, darkness prevails, I surpass
The Dwarf Lord
First feet tore open the skies, Soar high while you serve mankind A message in disguise, O! Vamana Second stomped the Earth strong Stay rooted
The Journey Homeward
“When can I see you again?” she asked. A lump formed in my throat as I clutched the phone tightly. “Soon, Amma. Soon.” Both of
A Wish for a Wish
As the warm, toasty, vernal early morning rays lulled her already drooping eyes, a sudden flash of light in the backyard shook her senses awake.