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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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Fast Buck
With a nonplussed look, Vivek watched as Rajan Bhai instructed his son, Montu, to stuff the bag with bottles of Vodka. "Confused?" Rajan Bhai laughed, displaying a set of stained teeth. "These are the tricks of the trade, my boy. You will learn eventually." "What if...
The Lord Himself
'Cursed Avanthi, why did she have to suggest this truth and dare game, and why did Dayani have to come up with this punishment for me!' "Thousand steps in this dense path!" Dayani had pronounced the verdict using the steel bottle as the gavel. I had come with five...
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...
CROW SHIT FORTUNE
Adorned in my blue Armani suit, I sat impatiently, half-listening to the garrulous chief guest. It looked like his secretary was not well versed with full stops. There was none in the speech drafted by her. After what seemed like an...
PREMONITION
You laugh at your wife's apprehensions when your daughter informs you about her college picnic to Malshej Ghat. "How far is Malshej Ghat from your college in Churchgate? Are all your friends going with you? By when you will be back?" She has a volley of questions to...