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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 Daughter
AUTHOR'S NOTE: WITH DUE RESPECT TO ALL THE RITUALS THAT FOLLOW AFTER THE DEATH OF SOMEONE IN A HINDU FAMILY, THE AUTHOR WOULD LIKE TO ASSERT THAT NOTHING STATED IN THE STORY HAS BEEN WRITTEN TO MALIGN ANYONE OR ANY RITUAL. 12th June 1992 After an...
The New Abode
Savitri Aunty hummed a melodious rendition of the late Carnatic music maestro MS Subbulakshmi, as she carefully kept her sarees from the neatly arranged cupboard into suitcases. I watched in awe at the exquisite collection. I have often seen Aunty draped in those...
The wings of a bird
The white Ford Endeavour screeched to a halt on the porch of the Ramamurthys. Parking it aesthetically, Priya Venkatesh stepped out of the driver's seat, much to the awe of the two ladies of the Ramamurthy household. They exchanged acerbic glances. Ramamurthy's...
Justice served
'OUCH,' the baby inside my tummy kicked hard. The pain, however, was so soothing. The feeling of a life kicking inside the tummy, I suppose, is the most exciting for a mother. It was my baby shower. Guests poured in, and Amma's complete medical fraternity was present....
Standing At The Threshold
The farewell resonated profoundly within her. She yearned for him to articulate the emotions she craved to hear. Was her affection unrequited? Did he not possess any feelings for her? Or was he possibly encumbered by jealousy over his academic performance, which paled...
The Valuable Trunk Box
I tucked my bag beneath my seat and leaned back against the plush cushioning of the Rajdhani Express, which I had boarded from Mumbai Central, heading towards Delhi. As I perused the passenger manifest on my handset, a delightful piece of information caught my...