A short story about an admirer and the object of their adulation
This show makes me painfully aware of how much 1960s New York sounds like Mumbai in 2013. Where does a woman stand?
“How did we ever get here?” Aarav was sitting up in bed.
Hello. I am an Angry Woman. This is not the same thing as Angry Girl that gives rise to a subculture of music and other pop references. It has only partly to do with my age.
Trigger warnings: Death, Abuse
After the success of ‘A Hard Night’s Work‘, here’s another Feardom tale. Read this before reading that and tell me if it works as a standalone. —————————————————————————————————– *Image via Salvatore Vuono on FreeDigitalPhotos Koriko bobbed along with the stick-man in town. Its usually yellow face was lemony but the smile…
Today’s short story is about the power of lines – physical and intangible. The prompt was a famous Bollywood dialogue, which also appears in the story.
Café Mocha, Suresh had learnt, was coffee with a little squirt of that chocolate syrup they had in squeeze bottles. It’s what he always ordered at a coffeeshop now. Coming from the state with the oldest and largest coffee plantations in the country, Suresh found it curious, even unfair that…
A short story about the truth behind the peaceful family.
Matt Beaumont’s twin books are a delightful duo of workplace complications and lagging behind everyone else, written in epistolary format – E & E Squared.