Tree house by Lasya Shashimohan (a modern day parable)
Their tree house came in sight. Wolfman hauled himself on a branch and let himself in. Angel was hung on…
Their tree house came in sight. Wolfman hauled himself on a branch and let himself in. Angel was hung on…
I sat down on the sofa, my eyes still on my phone and my mind wandering back to a decade…
Call it Marmora, Marmaros or just plain marble; the marmoreal marvel had mesmerized him ever since he could remember. Come…
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“Arey Ammi, please, you are pushing your bag on my lap. As it is I have my luggage. Can’t you…
She sat on the edge of the bed with her hands clasped between her knees and kept clenching and unclenching…
The sun was about to hide behind the rooftops. These rooftops had a seductive color which changed throughout the day.…
He was sitting by the side of the fire outside his tent, staring at it with unblinking eyes. The last…
Just like the good old days when I was unconditionally happy, that day too I was reading a book. I…
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Three years back. The month was June. The days were warmer and the trees were younger. The sun, low in…
She looked at the mirror, and at the woman with her husband in the photo in his laptop. Laughing and…