Reading Time: 2 minutesIf I could set a price for the pain that fills me, what would it be? This pain is more of an acquired taste than…
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Indian Psychological Thriller Author
Reading Time: 2 minutesIf I could set a price for the pain that fills me, what would it be? This pain is more of an acquired taste than…
Reading Time: 2 minutesNorman held the jar in front of the window. The brown granules shifted as the man tilted and turned the glass container, squinting as if…
Reading Time: 2 minutesAva is a face licker. This isn’t some extravagant term that carries some double meaning. The eight-year-old licks faces and that’s the tall and short…
Reading Time: 2 minutesSiffar knew she had lived beyond her years. Those whom she knew, loved, and hated had moved on. Where to? This wasn’t her burden. She…
Reading Time: 2 minutesThank you, Britta Benson, for inspiring this story. You surely have this Terveen as your personal cheerleader. Please visit Britta’s Blog – Letters from Scotland…
Reading Time: 2 minutesI know something that I wish I didn’t. This knowledge came to me in the form of a confession. But I call it panic-stricken sharing.…
Reading Time: 2 minutes‘I will save him.’ Gurri looked at his wife. They were in the supermarket, aisle seven. He was having a hard time keeping his hands…
Reading Time: 2 minutesThe boy hated his name. It made him want to hide in the shadows and question his parents’ wisdom. But the nonsensical tag was more…
Reading Time: 2 minutesMarried at nine, Subbu knew little about her seventeen-year-old bridegroom. Her mother had told her that he lived two villages away and that his father…
Reading Time: 2 minutesRadhey was a crybaby. It was his signature characteristic. From the time of his birth till the day of his death, Radhey’s face was a…