Once there was a house over a bridge. It was empty. No one lived there. One day, the army came and deployed cannons and they
In this post, I have attempted a 55 word fiction in response to the prompt ‘Red Roses’.
I decided to grow up in 2020. At last. I have spent a major part of the last decade avoiding just that – the growing
Last week, it was a half-term break in the schools here. The raging storms in our region kept us confined to our home. There were
“Mumma, have you ever said the F-word?” “No.” “Have you ever given a gaali (abusive word)?” “No, I have not ever.” “Has anybody given you
Since my childhood, I was never the person who was even average (leave apart good) at cooking, sewing, embroidery or knitting (silaai-kadaai-bunaai). During my growing