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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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Retribution
"Collect your train tickets from the travel desk? " My boss said with a frown that meandered through his face. A smile hardly appeared on his ever-glowering countenance upon seeing some subordinates like me for reasons best known to him. I wanted to argue why I could...
The Right Choice
Soft, ethereal music floated up from the ground floor, harmoniously enveloping the duplex flat with its gentle melody. The atmosphere was infused with anticipation as the guests began to trickle in, their laughter and cheerful voices creating a vibrant undertone to...
The Curtain Of Guilt (Inverso)
MARCH 16th 1971 Inspector Mukundan's bike screeched to a halt in front of the departure gate of the Trivandrum International Airport. He spotted Gopan at the entrance waiting for him. Mukundan had promised his childhood friend the day before, when he had come to...
Mathematical Puzzles
"Two out of Fifty; BHASKAR, I need to see your parents on Saturday.” My 7th grade Math teacher rolled her pupils in disgust as she handed over my answer sheet. "Wonder why on earth your parents named you Bhaskar, maligning the very image of the renowned entity in the...
The Raid
The soft chirping of the birds engulfed the morning air with its melody. Niranjan was fast asleep. The day before, he had come home very late. It had been a tiring day at the office. In a display of utmost trust, the Chief Commissioner summoned Niranjan, Shena, and...
Passion
Traversing through valleys and hills, Confronting at times blizzards and chills, I move further away from my town and home, Wandering is my passion, and hence, I roam. But now I wish to retrace my path, No longer do I feel excited over the swathe, For back home, my...