creative fiction
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It was still dark outside and I had just spent another fitful night tossing and turning in bed. I woke up to go to the bathroom and a moth fluttered into my face. I brushed it aside and glanced accidentally into the mirror. And I got a shock. Who was that creature looking back at me? Read more
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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda ‘Her laughter broke the silence’. It was an awkward moment if ever there was one. Priya was most reluctant to go to the party. Punam had insisted that she come. “Please, please, please, you just have to Read more
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Mai Bedekar was distraught. Her only daughter was getting married to a man she did not approve of and there was nothing she could do about it. In small town Kolhapur of post Independent India all she could really do was hide her head in shame – shame because her daughter was marrying out of Read more
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