Short Stories & Poems is where the invented things tell the truth at a slight angle. These are short stories, poems, fragments, and creative pieces about women, memory, family, identity, and ordinary life when ordinary life needs a different door.
Sakshi was the villain long before she left for Denmark. One braid, one book, one bus ride, one refusal at a time, she became the girl who put ideas in other girls’ heads. Sakshi owns the reputation she never asked for and the life she chose anyway.
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She called it peaceful.
I called it suspicious.
Somewhere between the rain that fell too straight and the silence that felt too deliberate, I began to realise that nature, the one we romanticise from behind city windows and YouTube soundtracks, has a sense of humour.
This short story about Trekking begins with mud. It escalates quickly.
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Here is a story I wrote some years back. The Indispire post this week talked about unfinished stories. I have tonnes of them. Do I plan to finish it? I am not sure… The day was warm, very very warm. It was just the beginning of October, a time when the Mumbai weather turned from
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It started out with a liner black, a long long time back. When I was just a teenager, a fledgling but all too eager. This bottle is all I need, I said. It lines my eyes and even adorns my forehead. When I was a twenty something, a working girl with air beneath her wing.
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A six word story. Also in response to The Daily Post’s weekly writing challenge: “Flash Fiction.”
Romance – #SixWordSaturday Read More »
I love writing stories. They are the best creative outlet according to me. You need nothing but your imagination and a story is born. Just like that. Inspite of this, I dont write stories anymore. Why is that you may ask…
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ज़िंदगी की गलियों में अकेले घूमते हम ज़ेहन में उठते सवालों का जवाब ढूंडते हम सँग चलते हैं इतनों के फिर भी तन्हा ही रेहते हम खुशी के पल आते हैं और चले जाते हैं फुलझडी सी रौशनी कर के दोबारा अंधेरा छोड जाते हैं कयूँ नही रोज़ रोज़ रहता वो खुशी वाला समाँ
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She was nervous and fidgety as she rode the escalator. What if he screamed, refused the interview and threw her out? Don’t be silly. He won’t recognize you. What if he did? He wouldn’t. Celebrity Reporter Dianne Cooper’s stylized self bore no resemblance to the disguised, teenaged DeeCee he had met. She had ascended
Now why does Anks disappear every year around her birthday??? Good question na, last year, I disappeared for a vacation on the day of my b’day (Not the best decision coz I really missed all the calls and sms that my friends sent me) Thankfully the vacation was fun, so that kinda made up for
Disappearing Act…! Read More »
O its just one of those days, When a lousy mood arrives and on it stays… Whatever you do there are hajaar delays, Hitches galore, solution slip aways! It’s almost as if on a mountain top, A heavy heavy load I have lugged… You got it right if you think right now, I am very
