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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 Eerie Night
As the college day function stretched into the evening, I could feel my restlessness growing, especially as the clock inched closer to 8:30 PM. Back in the 1980s, it was the norm for girls to be home by 7 PM. I had however, managed to persuade my parents to loosen...
An Unforgettable Night
Pritish wasn't the type to give in to foolish notions of his parents and grandparents. Yet, they managed to sway his opinion with an outpouring of tears from the women, while the men consoled them. “Dad, how can you hold onto such outdated beliefs? Granddad is old and...
Who Wrote These Letters
Shubrato returned home tired after a long day at work. As a thirty-year-old chartered accountant, the end of March was always a demanding time for him. With a heavy sigh, he acknowledged that today marked the last day of March, and starting tomorrow, things would...
Lonliness
Little Mona was absolutely over the moon. Her father had surprised her with the most extravagant gift—a stunning soft toy resembling a girl in a lovely pink dress with bright blue eyes. The girl wasn’t aware of her father’s intentions behind this extravagant act. He...
Blinding Greed
Nayan was not sure about the destination her husband, Dinesh, had in mind for their first anniversary. “It’s my hometown,” his voice sounded nostalgic. “I adore the breathtaking scenery and lush greenery. We used to come here during my school breaks. My Aaji lived...
THE SCIENTIST
Nitin was fed up with the persistent stench of chemicals coming from the apartment of the tenant on the ground floor. He had approached the landlord, expressing his frustrations about this new tenant, a self-proclaimed scientist, who was creating havoc with his...