The Writer

Her day had just begun when he came to meet her with a flutter in his heart and stars in his eyes, a lanky teen of sixteen with nervous excitement. “First love!” She knew the moment she saw him. He came in and stood in an awkward silence. She beckoned him to take a seat in…

Chrysalis

 “I am done with you, I am through. I cannot continue to live here and pretend to be in love with you. You are plain, and boring. I am leaving you.” The words flew like hot lava and singed her to the core. More lava flew her way but she did not feel any of…

Getting Published For The First Time!

All these days getting published meant publishing a post on my blog or on the school blog or a little article being published in the school magazine. Today, it has taken an entirely new meaning. One of my stories is actually getting published in a book by Notion Press. More importantly it is one of…

The woman in the train

The spirit of a city lies in its people. So, if Benaras identifies with its ghats and Hyderabad with its bazaars, the city of Mumbai takes pride in its locals. The local trains of Mumbai are not only its lifeline but also its spirit. They carry millions of people who commute daily from their homes…

The Eternal Gift

Today’s equinox is celebrated as World Storytelling Day as well as World Happiness Day. I happened to know of it when the calendar on my smartphone updated me about it. Now stories are something everyone loves and why not read up on some more or share with your loved ones in the ongoing self quarantine…

The Cryptic Cookie

I am glad that Shubham too has a love for words like me. We may not be exactly logomaniacs but are definitely verbivores. He has the gift of the gab, a quick wit and is more adept at writing code than content, though he definitely has a flair for writing. This story written by him…

The Box

I’m not a great story teller. I can’t weave stories the way some people do, effortlessly. But yeah, I dream stories. Whatever few stories I’ve written happened in my dreams. ‘The Box’ is a personal favourite, perhaps because it was the first story that I wrote. Little Myra was the first one to see it…