Stories that were never told
Sometimes I wonder what I should write next. What it is that one would like. Some want to hear about love. And some, make fun of it. Some search for depth in every word. Whereas some, ignore the buried meaning or maybe fear the harshness of it. Because it's frightening. Uncertain. unknown. Like death. They … Continue reading What Should I Write Next? (2 min read)
A story that will question your beliefs of right and wrong. Or maybe shake the ones you've strongly adhered to all your life. It's published on Juggernaut Books. Here's the synopsis of the story - I'm Madhvi. Right now I'm seated on a train and travelling to the place I grew up in. But I don't … Continue reading My First Novella (Genre – Drama)
Missed Part 1 and Part 2? Chapter 7 My hands start shaking. I scroll through the pictures. Almost in every picture, I can spot her. Sometimes with my husband. Sometimes with my daughter. Sometimes with other people. ‘I guess you two are twins. Right?’ The voice jerks me and I look at my Doctor. He … Continue reading Have You Seen My Sister? – Final Part (4 min read)
Missed part 1? Chapter 4 I remember our car ride before the accident. I was upset about something. She made me laugh. She told me she would always be with me no matter what. And I replied saying, ‘I wish I could spend my life like this. Without having to need others. Just with you.’ … Continue reading Have You Seen My Sister? – Part 2( 2 min read)
Chapter 1 I was in a coma for two days. People think you’re nearly dead when you’re in that stage. But now that I’ve come out of it, I can say I’ve never felt more alive. I could sense everything around me. I heard a lady crying, a man talking to me about things which … Continue reading Have You Seen My Sister? (2 min read)
'You should've tried more.' Father has always been quite reserved. He's been stringent about his ideals and principles. I respect him. I always have. It's not that he was my hero. Neither did I ever call him the best father. But I've seen immense respect in mother's eyes for him. And that was enough for … Continue reading An Ideal Wife (2 min read)
I met her after ten years. She looked nothing like she did all those years back. Her face was drawn, eyes baggy and a messy bun hanging loose behind her neck. Her struggle with keeping the half-broken umbrella in place over her head propelled me to ask my driver to pull over. The window rolled … Continue reading Memories Of A Broken Umbrella (2 min read)
