Write India: Of Loss and Family

The following is a short story penned by me as participation in Write India, a year long short story writing contest where popular authors set guidelines, and one writes and submits the story in accordance to it. You can check out about the contest here:

TOI Write India

This story is submitted as part of the month which is judged by Preeti Shenoy, of 'Why We Love the Way We Do' fame. While you can find the general rules of the contest on the first link, you can click below to read the author's specific guidelines. And then read the story as well. Capisce?

Write India: Waking from the Dream

The following is a short story penned by me as participation in Write India, a year long short story writing contest where popular authors set guidelines, and one writes and submits the story in accordance to it. You can check out about the contest here:

TOI Write India

This story is submitted as part of the month which is judged by Ashwin Sanghi, of The Krishna Key fame. You can find his instructions below. Cool? Cool.

H.G. Wells: The Country of the Blind

Imagine a world, a world where everyone was blind. Imagine they had been blind for generations, and had completely lost the concept of sight from their collective memories. Imagine you got there, and were stuck with them. How would you fit into their culture? In a world of the blind, wouldn't the one eyed be king? Here's how HG Wells predicts such a situation will go. My analysis, read below.

Creative Poetry: Blind Trust

This poem marks my continued experimentation with the form and structure of poetry. The back story is that I had a nightmare, and this poem is all that is left of that dream. Enjoy.

Creative Fiction: Last/First Step

I remember this piece to be a result of standing at the edge of the rocky beach at Pondicherry at night. The idea, it just struck me, and I started typing out this piece on my phone. Inspiration strikes at odd times, you know?

Creative Poetry: Shrouded Darkness

Did I mention I was in a very dark place when I wrote these? It seems I believed in God back then too. Read on.

Creative Poetry: The Emo in Everyone

One of my first poems. I guess I was going through a really dark phase in my life, because this person I cannot recognise. And yet, it is my past, and who I am today is informed by it in part at least. So read on.