Retd. Col. Baldev Singh paced up and down the hall. Periodically, he would take out a neatly folded handkerchief and mop his brow. These girls were the reason he was so dependent on antacids, he thought, rubbing his chest. “No sense of time. They…
Mrs Fonseca was going to nurse this little grudge until the day she died. And the cranky old crone would probably outlive me by a hundred years. Which brings me back to my original feeling, that this moment was going to come back and bite me in the butt.
This short story was a part of #StoryAWeek, conducted by the Wrimo India group. “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…
This paranormal story is based on a prompt given by The Frangipani Creative for #WritingWednesday. The prompt was as follows, ”On the first day of school, two best friends discover a frightening secret about one of their teachers.” ******** ********…
Six months into 2019, if I had to do one thing, I swear to you, I would build a time machine. It doesn’t end there. I’d build a time machine and zap my way back in time, to the first day of 2019. I’m…
By Kimaya Kolhe
For creative collaborations email at email@example.com
Through Poetry & Prose
"words are where the magic is"
My writing workshop
Books. Motivation. Wisdom
Discover. Read. Write
I write romance novels
To make you smile