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This happened last weekend when m y mom had come to Bangalore for a short stay.  I was standing in front of the mirror, trying to comb my...

(A short story dedicated to every stolen object that longs to return to its rightful owner)  Ganesh unlocked the front door and entered h...

(A conversation I want to record here as a constant reminder to this amateur writer who, in his real life, often contradicts the advice he ...

She was the most beautiful person in the marriage hall She also seemed the most anxious I tried inquiring about it to her garland and her...

"Thamizhan nenaichaa enna nadakkum nu theriyuthaa!" screams a voice.  "Is this even right? In the wake of emotion, are we...

(A fictional piece dedicated to an angel who made a man out of me) "How would it be if we had black stars on a white sky?",...

The pen has not run out of ink Contrarily, it is so filled that it only releases blobs I want to be a horse with blinkers Not the housef...