Category: #fiction

It’s not that time of the year without…

it’s not that time of the year without the usual nightmares. I’ll be fine throughout the year, but when October rolls around, I wake up at 2 am, screaming, bathed in sweat, fists clenched tight.

When it rains…

A rainy day is really made for women to express their grief.  When it rains, you can walk in the rain with tears running down your face. With your hair sopping wet and hanging down your head like rats’ tails, no one can tell…

Have my cake, and eat it too…

This is the first in a series of posts about my favourite restaurants and cafes in Bengaluru, and by rights, this first post has to be about the cafe and patisserie that has been my haven, for more than a year, now. When I…

A feast for the Nawab in you…

When you think about Awadh, the land of the Nawabs, the word that immediately comes to mind is, luxury. From what I’ve read and heard about them, the Nawabs of Awadh led an absolutely hedonistic lifestyle. Whether you talk about the 365 wives of Nawab…

Tell me no lies!

I dug my toes into the sand and sighed. The sand still retained some of the day’s heat, and the tightness in my feet slipped away slowly, as I pressed them into the warm sand. I took a deep breath, eager to fill my…

Like a lamb to the slaughter…

This story was written in response to a prompt, “ You find an alien object in your garden” for #StoryAWeek on the WriMo India group.   They were looking for her. She could hear their voices, calling out to her. “Sania!” “Come out, Sania!” “No…

How it all began…

                                        A Ding dong bell excerpt His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me. “You have no idea who I am, do…

Prologue

Location:The Zenana gardens of Rajgarh palace, in the year 1970 It is 3 am, my favourite time of the night. A time, when people are in deep sleep, with their guards down. I like to look in on them…little sheep, ripe for slaughter. I…

For the moon to shine…

“Hello? Earth to Piya!” Piya Mehra turned to grin at her best friend, Ami. “What are you thinking? You looked a million miles away,” said Ami, with a slurp of her berry smoothie. “Look at the sky, Ami. What do you see?” Ami made…

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