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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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Potion 387
The February cold wind blew with a strong drift as Tarun entered the cafe. Few patrons scattered in an otherwise ever-crowded joint made it feasible for Tarun to find a secluded two-seater table near the window. Soham had explicitly asked him to take a seat to enable...
Sound of Music
'Shree Mahaaa Ganapathim……………,' the invocation to Lord Ganesha wafted through the early morning air. I sprang up from my bed. Had I been re-transported to my home in Chennai from my new flat in Mumbai? From the time I was introduced to the world, every bit of this...
MYSTIFYING MATHEMATICS
MYSTIFYING MATHEMATICS ‘If the age of the mother is five times more than thrice the age of the uncle, whose age is seven times that of his son………,' Sumi's head went 'Whirr……' upon reading this. Saurabh's daft expression...
A building committee meeting
"Bahadur, what's up? How is your job going on?" "Is there any novelty in our type of work, Shyam? We are recruited for security purposes but people in the building premises make us do everything under the firmament. Buying vegetables, taking kids to school and...
Monotonous Cuisine
Husband: Can I get a cup of hot coffee? It has been a hard day at work. My head is splitting awfully. Wife: Oh is it?. You know I had a very smooth day at work. My head isn't in pain at all. God has given me some superpower. I can not only make coffee for you but can...
FRIENDSHIP IS NOT TO BE RELINQUISHED
Chand villa dazzled under the deluge of the multi-colored lights that cascaded from the verandah. Mellifluous sound of the Shehnai* filled the air amidst the hustle and bustle. "Laajwanti," Roopchand called out to his...