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A charming man, walking swiftly across, took my canvas in his hand. I saw him touch it slowly. A painting of just a gold and auburn sky and wavy sands was nothing grand but I was happy it was a

Theme- Harvest Festival Melodious strains of the violin blended with inconspicuous chatter at Mayor Vincent Hall on Beach Road, Chennai. The venue for the Industrial Summit, from 11th to 13th January 2024, organized by the Central Federation of Industries basked

The moon wore a gown with shades of grey instead of its usual silvery attire that night. Pramila twitched nervously, wishing that at least nature could have shown her some mercy. The blaring horn sent her nimble feet scurrying to

It was 9 a.m. Ten-year-old Nyonika was busy playing ‘Guns and Booms’, her favourite game, on her mother’s iPad. “Nyonika, come quickly, have your breakfast,” her mother’s voice rose irritably with every passing minute. She couldn’t stand Nyonika’s self-damaging behaviour.

I read your diary. First, I felt a strange sense of unease holding it. You never let anyone touch it. The nervousness still clings to me. Still, I wanted to feel you and listen to you. And it was overpowering!

The two frogs were not the only ones breathing a sigh of relief when the rain poured down in all its splendour. Numerous creatures, popular and not-so-popular ones came out of their hiding places to welcome the much-needed downpour. Everyone’s

Shalini waited with trepidation for Amar at the Navjot Nagar bus stop. The incessant rains had submerged the tiled flooring where she stood. Her green salwar suit stuck to her drenched skin as if to protect her from cold, icy

Shelly carefully dressed up Ryan for the dinner that night. She had taken great pains in shopping for him last week after her mother confirmed the dinner date. He looked smart, she admitted to herself. The blue blazer with a

Disclaimer: This is a fictitious story and does not bear any resemblance to real situations, characters, or happenings. 1742 AD. Delhi Sultanate Sixteen-year-old Jahan’s eyes tried to look beyond the coloured glass windows of Begum Mahal. But she could only

Ausable was not the person Fowler had imagined when they first met. As Fowler followed Ausable down the dark alley and later entered the dimly lit hotel entrance, he cursed himself the umpteenth time for having agreed to interview him.