For a writer, inspiration can strike anywhere. This beautiful image of a sunrise was shared by a friend in his stories and I immediately requested him to send it to me. I didn’t know what to do with it at the time when he suggested that I use it as a picture prompt for a… Read More Picture Prompt: A Beautiful Morning
Harish, Girish and Jagdish were brothers and wished they weren’t. Their abject poverty made them see each other as loathed competitors. They reluctantly allowed each other claim on the rare morsels of food their alcoholic father provided them. Their mother left them in the dead of the night few years ago for which they were… Read More The Brothers #WoWe
Anna took Kevin’s hands in hers, painfully aware of the contrast between his battered with her perfectly manicured ones. He opened his eyes with extreme effort and whispered a barely audible “Mom…” before closing them forever. Anna sat stunned and motionless, tears streaming down her reddened eyes. He was supposed to be home for his… Read More Anna and the umbrella #WoWe
Father Francis gingerly made his way to the prison cell. The damp, cold air fused with the smell of despair and lost hope made him shudder. This was the first time he was taking a confession from someone given a death sentence. He wished he could just turn around and leave. Why was HE called… Read More The One to Confess #WoWe
Gullu and Tikku stared at the green dupatta, the mere sight of it sending a chill down their spine. “Why is it still here? Why didn’t you get rid of it?” Gullu blurted out. Normally submissive, Tikku wasn’t taking it lying down this time. “Don’t blame me. What could I do in all that mad… Read More The Horror Dupatta Story #WoWe
Prabhu looked down the legendary winding staircase. He remembered being in complete awe of it when he visited this place for the first time. Commoners back then, some now famous names walked down this same flight of stairs everyday, just like him. While they treaded towards a promising future, his journey comprised of running errands for… Read More Famous and remembered #WriteBravely
“Kisiki muskurahaton pe ho nisaar…” sang Grandpa merrily as he wiped the filthy streets with his long rough broom. Little Bittu tagged behind him, bored and puzzled. He twitched his nose at the horrendous stench while the emanating dust made him cough. Grandpa neither noticed nor bothered. “You promised this would be fun!” cried… Read More Things we see on the streets #WriteBravely