Satish’s thought engine was running rapidly. “I have got a fantastic idea. But I am not surewhether it would receive acceptance from my readers. I want to write about prisoners. Let me start writing,” he told his wife Vidya. Satish got absorbed into his new novel. He was writing tirelessly and reading it repeatedly to judge the impact of the story. But even after 3 months the story had not met Satish’s satisfaction. He was writing and rewriting but the story was not turning out as expected. Satish was getting upset. “Vidya, the story is okay but it lacks the punch. It is not yet riveting.” “Do you think so?” Vidya exclaimed. “Don’t you think so?” Satish said, “I am not at all happy with the main plot. It appears very thin.” “Can I suggest something? Consider the emotional state of a prisoner who has been awarded…
A blue girl sat alone in a cold dark room. In the centre of the floor she crouched, hugging her body, shivering from the…
Benji’s life was this monotonous cycle of waking up, getting prepared for his tedious work of guarding the ATM, eat whenever he finds time,…
Excuse me! Would you please let me know where I can find Prof. Dhruvika Dhanju? I want to meet Dr. Dhanju. A seventeen-year-old girl…
“In this world you’re arguing with me. But in a different world we might not have even met. That’s alternate reality.”, I said. …
The earliest memory I have of my maternal grandma is of her pure white, silky hair. Besides this, I recall her creased but tender…
Often she would imagine herself sitting all alone on a low cliff by the seashore watching the mysterious waves crash against the steadfast rocks.…
Long long time ago, along the banks of river Tressa was a village named ‘Godzilla’. The village of Godzilla had abundant natural resources. Though…
In a place close to Egypt, was the country of Kazisthan. Kazisthan was ruled by the then king Abraham. Abraham was a noble and…
