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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 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...
Grains Of Wisdom
Nestled between valleys, life in Kaveripuram, a village in Tamil Nadu, had always been generous. The soil was fertile, the rains dependable, and the granaries of every household brimmed with rice and pulses. Every day, there would be festivities in the village. One...
A POCKETFUL OF GUILT
"What’s this, just 200 rupees?" Akshay taunts me as he waves the two-hundred-rupee note I had secretly taken from my father's shirt pocket. "Dude, that’s Marlboro! A pack costs 300,” Rohan chimes in. “Just let me try one today,” I find myself begging. Feeling a bit...
SOMETHINGS TO LEARN
The train swayed rhythmically as it thundered along the tracks. The man seated next to me jabbed me in the ribs with his elbow, sending a jolt of irritation through my weary body. I couldn't help but wonder what invisible grievance he held against me that made him...