Dew Drops
This morning I saw a dew drop on my Tulsi leave. Dewdrop always reminds me of my Mom, Surekha. We had a small terrace garden...
Magazine August 2023 Issue
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The Clinic
Besides children, there were the more sinister cases of the burnt brides. Some would be brought to me. I believe, the others were just...
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The Separation
The vidaai may be a tough goodbye, but it’s a beautiful reminder of the love that remains. Sheena looked resplendent in her red and...
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The Shringara Rasa
This is a short story that used the Rasa/ Bhava of Shringar and emotions of Sphota (explosiveness), Sanyasa (detachment), Bhakti (devotion) and Moksha(salvation) ...
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And She Rocked The Boat!
I aimed the camera at Tribhuvan, as he swung the seven kilo mudgar behind his shoulders in an anticlockwise direction. Droplets of sweat trickled...
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The Missing Anklet
Sunday! Day of leisure, free from mundane monotony. Lata woke up at 8, and had her filtered coffee. It was 8:45 and maid Manda...
