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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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Where Angles Tread
George and I came upon the building's sophisticated front, painted in a calming shade of mauve, which was truly a sight to see. The sun's rays interacted with its surface, producing a captivating interplay of light and shadow that left me feeling amazed. As I admired...
I Love You Dearly
I love you dearly anyway When they call you different, I don't bother You are not like me, they say It pains to see mom cry and pray Is it because of you? I can't gather But I love you dearly anyway You legs are thin and appear fray While mine are strong and can run...
Infidelity
The fragrance of your costly perfume floats, Choking my heart with your unseen presence, Reminding of the loving anecdotes, Frightening me is the eerie silence, As I brood over the indifference. Why did you select someone over me? You were always my life and breath...
Memories That Never Fade
He came crawling Into our life one day. He saw us and smiled, Conquering our hearts. Then his fragile frame With needles pricked, lay, Lifeless on the bed, In agony we cried. Gone was he soon far away Leaving a void, huge and wide, That soon a pretty angel, Filled...
Ageing Gracefully
Age is nothing but a simple number, Brought into force by none other than us. Caring thoroughly for physique and fitness, Does make one feel agile and young. Eat food nutritious on time with a smile, Fretting has never proved good to the health. Grin as much as you...
In Those Nocturnal Lanes
Twelve times heavily the clock strikes, Yet, not a soul I see in view, ‘A lousy night,’ I cry in rue! Songs stop playing on the mikes. Why are the roads deserted badly? Everywhere is spread eerie silence. The lanes, bylanes have suddenly gone calm; Buzzing...