I have always been a die hard fan of Jodi Picoult. I started off with “My Sister’s Keeper” and I knew I had found an author whose books I can truly treasure. They are not the fairytale, romantic books, but talk of death, disease, court cases, despair, grief but at the same time, there is… Continue reading Small Great Things-here is why as a dusky woman, I could relate to this book so much.
Suzy woke up with a start. She looked at the dilapidated building and her tattered dress. What the hell had happened? All she could recall was the party last night where she had an extra shot of tequila. But what had happened after that? Had she passed out? How had she ended up here? Had… Continue reading The Prank #FridayFictioneers
Anita posed for a pic with the 2 girls- all smiles. They looked like they knew each other since years. “Bimbos” she muttered under her breath as she excused herself to refill her drink. She needed a double now. This Halloween party was no fun. And then she saw him.Her heart started racing and beads… Continue reading What do you see? #TellTaleThursday
Deep down in the woods, lay a big bad wolf who ate up little girls. So keep your eyes down, hide yourself in your cloak, do not talk to strangers and do not take a detour. Wasn’t she bored of these silly rules which applied only to girls? So she broke them one day. She… Continue reading No longer a fairy tale #SundayPhotoFiction
Jena pouted her lips for the perfect selfie, her head slightly tilted,the glass of red wine held in her perfectly manicured hand. She sent out her perfect shot to her Instagram followers- atop Burj Khalifa, a perfect Sunday. She went back to her room and checked her Instagram. There were 1K likes and people swooning… Continue reading Too good to be true #FridayFictioneers
Sammy always got that sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach whenever she passed St Mary’s Street. It was one of the most beautiful places with a pristine lake nearby but her body went cold every time. She felt like something very bad had transpired here someday though she couldn’t recall any such experience.… Continue reading A Bloody night #FridayFictioneers
When I was a little girl, Mommy read these fairy tales for me. They always spoke of a tall, dark, handsome prince who would come riding on a horse and sweep me off my feet. And then we would live happily ever after. I grew up fantasising about this. And waiting desperately for this knight… Continue reading Knight in shining armour #WriteBravely #ShortStory