Writings Submitted

By Yash Desai Charles meticulously sharpened his cleaver over a water-stone and turned towards the customer.  “You said you wanted a...

By Yash Desai The scorching sun beat down mercilessly on the desolate, barren landscape that seemed to repeat itself  without any escape....

By Yash Desai Pain. The most powerful thing in the world. Ruthlessly used to coerce thoughts, manipulate emotions  and make you lose...

By Yash Desai  It was a warm sunny afternoon, the time when I'm most hungry. I had  stumbled into a barren clearing while trailing a...

By Yash Desai A Candle in the Wind  This was it. The day I was looking forward to my whole life. The most  nerve-racking few minutes of...

By Anita Kainthla Aparna was perturbed; her hands moved from her hip to her forehead and back and lips now tightly pursed and now loosely...

By Anita Kainthla We always disagree on whether or not I died that day on the beach. My  daughter and I. She’s 17, rational,...

By Anita Kainthla In the end, the Baital (a celestial spirit/ ghost/ vampire) recounts the 25th story to the legendary King Vikramaditya...

By Anita Kainthla Belvedere is six across, six letters and of the six letters the third one is a 'Z'. This clue has me confounded because...

By Anita Kainthla Heat, hatred and retribution I watched the chaos of blood in numbness. The show of gore had probably been staged to...

By Anita Kainthla In a matter of half a breath my grandmother has become the corpse lying on her queenbed that I’m sitting on.There’s an...

By Ruma Chakraborty Purnendu Bose, I.A.S (Retd.) read the name plate of the bungalow. Ashish Saha opened the gate diffidently and...

By Ruma Chakraborty “No, no, NO! I will not do it!” wailed Sumitra, wringing her hands in sheer despair. Her tears had all been expended,...

By Monisha Makhija All it takes is a moment, to turn your world upside down, to take that one wrong step, that one mistake. Megan was no...

By Jasmeet Dosanjh Only last summer I began to dream. Shelled, jelly-brained, again I am a mechanism. An organelle in the grand scene....

By Umara Shaikh An aggressive splash of water right on the face and Mr Mittal woke up startled but barely conscious. With his half-opened...

By Vaidehi Jha I don’t know how there’s blood on my hands. I was never there. Yet, like the haunting melody of a half remembered song,...

By J.Jeleena The heavy rain had passed, left its trail everywhere. The air was crisp and fresh, infused with the earthy scent of damp...

By J.Jeleena The Throne  Ambivalence. Ambivalence was the perfect word to describe the feelings surging through the veins of the unkempt...

By J.Jeleena A young girl who was in her twenties stampeded throughout the garden, searching for someone. She halted when she saw that...