I slip shakha pola into my hands. A few drops of water drip down from my still wet hair onto my fingers. As I brush them away..
Author: nidhi
An IT professional in one of the top MNC's by day and an avid reader who has started dabbling in the world of creative writing.
Cat and Mouse
Kirsten looked at her leg. The wound was already turning a bright purple, the oozing blood had managed to attract a few flies. She stared at it
A Blind Spot
The thing that I hated most while growing up was the summer holidays. It meant that I had to pack my suitcase and board the train
Love Drunk
Editor’s Choice: Perhaps it never strikes them, that people in such ruinous state as myself, who, don’t even know where they will wake up the next day, couldn’t possibly think about love
A Shared Secret
The relentless knocking on the door made Aisha fumble. The button seemed to take precious seconds to come undone; the zipper today, appeared to have a mind of its own
The Summer Break
I looked forward to the evening as I had important news to share with Kim. She was back home from college for her summer break. It was almost six months
A Case of Mistaken Identity
I tried to focus on the face that was obscured by the bright lights burning behind her. A dark shadow twitching nervously. I could make out the outline
The Infidelity Setup
I cover my ears with the pillows. It’s a futile attempt at drowning the noises from the adjoining bedroom. Some part of me also wants to be part of the heated conversation
Anagram
Editor’s Choice: It’s was the first day of spring, when the earth had finally woken up from a deep slumber given birth by the winter coldness,And it was on this beautiful day
Redemption Cemetery: Curse of the Diamond
A bead of perspiration rolled down John’s face. The hot midsummer night was unusually humid. He wiped the sweat off with the back of his hand
