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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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Platform Ticket
Platform ticket by Sangeetha Vallat. Let me share my thoughts about this beautiful book.We have always travelled by train and grumbled when the person sitting behind the ticket counter took a few extra minutes to give a ticket or when he or she fumbled with some...
REVERING CULTURES AND TRADITIONS
Retired IG of police Krishnamurthy walked home after his session at the Gymnasium. The temple bell rang, indicating the morning Deep Aradhana time. His spacious apartment in a skyrise was opposite one of the famous temples in a South-Indian-dominated locality in the...
You Are Different
Why did I have to endure the chaos of a younger sibling? My mother’s delightful smile had disappeared, and Dad stopped our games of bat and ball when Sushant arrived. How I cherished my mother’s melodious laughter; to me, she was the most beautiful woman in the world,...
Match And Mismatch
It was Wednesday, one of the busiest days at the office. The day during the week, the CEO called for the team meeting. Mohan was famished by the time the meeting wound up. It was nearing lunch break. The post-lunch session had plenty of demanding work to be completed....
Changing Perspective
‘Kausalya Supraja Rama Poorva Sandhya Pravarthathe. Uthishtaa…‘ The Venkatesha Suprabhatam [1] in the melodious voice of Smt MS Subbhalakshmi [2] reverberated through the corridors of Rajan Namboodiri’s ‘Laksmi illam [3]. The illam, situated a little to the interior...
Reviving Childhood
It is almost a year since we met. That meeting turned ugly, and we dispersed, you swearing aloud that we should meet in a court. Was that upheaval indispensable? Knowing my partaking nature very well from childhood, you could have given a second thought before...