The call came too early. Vishakha groaned and rolled over, the crease on her forehead reflecting her annoyance. She needed to be cajoled before the crease turned a disgruntled turn around her lips. Varun reached over to see who it could be this early on a Sunday...
Tiptoe out of the room of your sleeping toddler holding your breath Take a deep breath before you asphyxiate Pray to whichever powers it might be Clear the kitchen island off toys, leftover baby food and scores other things that you kept piling up in your bid...
What does it take to buy oneself some freedom from a stifling marriage, besides courage? Money! It took me two years to prepare myself for freedom. That is what I thought. I had stolen a 100 here, a 500 there, a rare 1000 and plenty of 10 and 20s which I exchanged for...
Padma stood on the balcony of her small flat with a cup of freshly, brewed filter coffee. It was just after seven in the morning. Just a few hours on, it would be difficult to stand there as she would be assailed by fumes, the honks not to mention the dust from...
December 2015, Chennai faced its worst nightmare with many areas under water. Newspapers and Channels were awash with the nightmarish accounts of many people perishing in the floods. A fictional account of what transpired. Nalini was horrified to see the...
This fiction was published in Good Housekeeping India. A single mother and her daughter's relationship which comes with its dreams, heartache and above all Love. [pdf-embedder...
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