by Sudha Vishwanath | Jun 6, 2025 | Fiction, Short Stories
According to my teenage son Arvind, I was far from being a ‘cool’ dad. In fact, he often reminded me just how unhip I really was, and it stung more than I cared to admit. For starters, I was a teetotaler and prided myself on being a non-smoker, traits that he seemed...
by Sudha Vishwanath | Jun 6, 2025 | Drama, Short Stories
During today’s dance competition, the theme revolved around the essence of Shringara Rasa. “Bet you, Amma,” Saundarya, the twenty-three-year-old Bharatnatyam dancer whose confidence and beauty knew no bounds, chirped. “There will be no participant to vie with my...
by Sudha Vishwanath | Jun 6, 2025 | Drama, Short Stories
BACK TO SQUARE ONE. You can never trust an alarm clock. It could be as treacherous as your boyfriend. That scoundrel cooly walked out of a six-year-old relationship. Frivolous reasons soon turned out to be a...
by Sudha Vishwanath | Jun 6, 2025 | Drama, Fiction, Short Stories
Swati sat fidgeting with the tissue paper stand, contemplating whether she should order another cup of coffee. Why was Nisha getting delayed? Her phone constantly said it was switched off. She stared at the huge round clock on the restaurant’s wall. The hands of...
by Sudha Vishwanath | Jun 6, 2025 | Drama, Fiction, Short Stories
David hummed a mellifluous tune as he diligently polished Mr. Lobo’s shoes. The fourteen-year-old’s cheerfulness was so unusual and palpable that Mr. Lobo’s chauffeur, Henry, could not resist asking about his elated mood. “I am going to get...
by Sudha Vishwanath | Jun 6, 2025 | Fiction, Short Stories
My mom and I were seriously engrossed in solving a very challenging mathematics problem when Dad arrived as a harbinger of doom, conveying the devastating news that two of his male colleagues, accompanied by their better halves, would be coming for dinner at 7.30 pm....
