Fiction

Here I am, a rich, glittering adornment in this home. I love to dress up and am happy that my owner knows and fulfills my desires, mostly on special occasions. But I wasn’t always like this. Just a few years

#Quintale 67 Written for Penmancy’s October event-Magic Fete. Won the second prize. Janaki groaned as she got up from the floor. Her eyes scanned the five-stepped ‘golu-padi’ she had set up and decorated painstakingly. This time it was literally a

“Summer is over. It’s time for the rain to quench the thirst of the parched farm,” said Pradeep, the instructor of the YLAP(Young Leaders Award Programme), looking at the pale faces of the youngsters digging the organic farm at Katinge,

Year 2017 Murugesa sat huddled in his match-box sized room watching a Tamil news channel. The lady spoke non-stop, keeping pace with the pictures and videos that kept streaming in live from Chennai’s Marina beach about people protesting against the

For the umpteenth time, I checked on my wearables – specially the badges I had received for my exemplary contribution in service. I was ready for the Independence Day Parade tomorrow. Finally! I would be the parade commander of the

#ArtooninnWritersRoom  #Augustwritingprompt  A love story from the perspective of a Panipuriwala.  “Am I in heaven?” I whispered to an Angel who exuded beauty and light. Her presence seemed to tranquilize my restless soul. “Yes, God has decreed you stay here

I stood near the only window in the dreary room, straining my neck to see what was happening downstairs. As I expected, the cacophony rose and ebbed like a discordant storm preparing to gain a foothold on the city. The

#ArtoonsinnWritersRoom #JulyWritingEvent 2 I clearly remember that day in 1780. Boom! The entire ammunition depot of the British was on fire. Flames leapt up to the sky but no greater than what burned in my heart. All of them rejoiced.

He stood under the only yellow light in the dingy room, his blank eyes absorbing the theatrical performance outside. Thunder clapped, “Action!” As if on cue, lightening sparkled, blinding the audience and brightening the vast stage acrimoniously, only to die