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Sudha Vishwanath
Mrs. Sudha Vishwanath, a tutor by profession, took to writing as a hobby. Her heart-warming stories have found a place in anthologies and magazines. She has added a feather to her cap by winning third place in the prestigious Strands flash fiction. She also pens poetry. A couple of them have been published.
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TRUE TREASURE
‘True Treasure,’ written by Sudha Vishwanath, is a heart-touching story driving home the fact that with grit and resilience, one can pave through the hardest path in life. The story tells that true friendship is not something that thrives on monetary strength, but on the bond and affection that the four protagonists share.
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The Cursed Girl
It was quite unexpected for Dadu* to arrive home at such an early hour. Typically, Dadu was so engrossed in his duties at the trade house where he assisted merchants and handled goods prudently, that he would only return moments before Choti Ma* lit the evening lamp....
THE LAST CHAPTER OF PRABHAKAR MENON
The skyline over Mannandavady in Wayanad district looked as though vibrant in the early morning. Within the elegant cottage of Prabhakar Menon, the clock chimed seven, its sound resonating through the quietude of a cold winter morning. Vijayan, a man in his early...
The Haunting Melody
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The Wrong Door
Familiar dispute echoed throughout the apartment complex again this week. “Flat Eight, not Flat One! I have repeated this in the past eight weeks after I shifted.” Kavita shouted at the delivery boy. The bewildered boy stood outside Flat One, scratching his head, as...
Dark shadows After Dawn
The streets weren't safe after dawn! Samyukta's heart pounded in her chest, as she caught sight of her hometown's name glaring out from that unsettling headline in the newspaper. Her eyes frantically ran through the gruesome news. Something that had turned the streets...
Waiting for small feet!
As Meera surveyed the unloaded boxes, her new, one-bedroom home in Pune felt suddenly cramped. She chided herself for not discarding more before her move from Mumbai. She could have saved money on the movers. But in her emotional state, was such practical thinking...