The Match Making of 2005: A Story by Lakshmi Ajoy
2005 saw me turning into a dynamic and confident young lady- all of 23! “Pongal” was round the corner. The family opined that the harvest...
Winners Corner
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Dog-eared Memories: A Poem by Haimanti Dutta Ray
Colored and perfumed pages of love do not arrive anymore, The wooden letterbox lies defunct and stores memories of yore, Mid Afternoon doorbells of the...
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A Blessed Presence: A Story by Haimanti Dutta Ray
I travel twenty-seven years back in time. But tit seems like yesterday once more. Baba was alive then. He passed away in 2005. Our small...
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The Summer Night: A Story by Aaradhana Agarwal
Summer temperature was soaring high as if determined to break all the records of the past hundred years, and adamant to test the tolerance capacity...
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Mystery of The Mansarovar Lake: A Poem by Lakshmi Ajoy
It was the thirteenth day of May in the year 2012. The clock struck midnight. The silvery gleam of the full moon sparkled brilliantly against...
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The Unforgettable Summer Night: A Story by Ritu Kamra Kumar
It was a hot summer night, Purvi’s birthday. Ruchika looked divine in shimmering chiffon sari. As she sat on the sofa her small daughter Simran...
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Let Us Bid Farewell On A Cheerful Note: A Poem by Ritu Kamra Kumar
Spring sways and swings the flowers to bloom Buds and blossom’s festive dance is a boon Nature paints its canvas from earth to the moon...
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The Last Page of My Diary: A Poem by Ritu Kamra Kumar
My face was dripping wet in hues of green, blue and red I had seen her bathed and bleeding in the cuts and wounds red...
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Beneath A Starry Sky: A Poem by Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu
When the leaves were olive green and burgeoning, lushly unfurling The air, laden with the aroma of wild roses, jessamine infusing The sky’s a celebration...
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Reminiscence: A Poem by Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu
The idyll of summer days and picnic fun were daubed with all the hues of a rainbow and the golden sun When puffy clouds reminded...
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Speed: A Story by Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu
Outside, it’s usually pitch dark at 5 a.m. The dawn has plans to reveal itself in bits and spurts. First in sepia and then with...
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Lucky Star: A Poem by Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu
I sailed tempestuous seven seas and battled gusting typhoons Traversed the painted skies and a million miles Just to see you with your signature dazzling...
