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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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WHO IS THE CULPRIT?
DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION. ALL THE NAMES USED FOR THE CHARACTERS ARE FICTITIOUS. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO PEOPLE LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL AND UNINTENTIONAL. THE STORY HAS BEEN WRITTEN WITH THE SOLE INTENION OF WRITING A STORY. WITH DUE...
Mother-in-law And daughter-in-law Over The Years.
I had never experienced such strong resentment towards my parents as I did the day I entered my new home after marrying at twenty-one. Why did my mother think that a large house would automatically bring happiness to her daughter? Did she not realize I was moving to a...
Gauri-The Adorable Bride.
It was the year I took a trip to the village to spend some time with my Granny. Her beloved cow, Devi, gave birth to a lively calf. As an eighteen-year-old boy, raised in a city, I was captivated by Gauri’s big, sparkling eyes. She wobbled on her unsteady legs, still...
The Flowing Tresses New
Arundhati stood in front of the mirror, her hair flowing freely down to her knees. At thirty, she looked as charming as a woman in her early twenties. Undoubtedly it were the long tresses that enhanced the beauty of her sharp features, and fair complexion. "Aru, my...
BETTER LATE THAN NEVER!
With her eyes still closed, Sumati reached for the alarm that buzzed of at 5 A.M., as she had set it. She turned to awake her husband, Ramesh, but found him already up and about. Today his boss had invited all employees and their families to the inauguration of his...
The Chance Encounter
“Where is my handset?” Rohan exclaimed in exasperation, his fingers fumbling desperately through the pockets of his trousers. A wave of panic washed over him as he scrambled to recall his morning routine, only to quickly confront the disheartening truth: in the rush...