Fiction

The small winding road seemed unending. Tiny green hillocks protruded on both sides of the road. They were covered with lush citronella plants and the smell lingered. Aalia had not seen such a breathtaking scene before. Soon small thatched houses came into sight, the walls of which were neatly plastered with mud. Faint voices of children shouting and playing filled …

Things I thought I knew, places that held joyful memories. People whom I loved, people close to me, were all gone.  Terrorists’ Attack!  The very word sends a chill down my spine. These heartless Mumbai Attacks in 2008 have devastated my life! I, Shanthi, am now an orphan, living nowhere. All around I see, rubble, ruins only! Happiness and joy …

This is a bed- time story, set in aboriginal Australia.  Mothers can read to their little ones (aged 5 to 8yrs) C-R-A-C-K! Out pops Mulgewanki from his giant egg, his forehead wrinkled in a deep frown. “Run! It’s a baby bunyip!” cry the villagers. “Wait!” says Mulgewanki, “I’m different from other bunyips. I don’t eat animals and people,” he broods. …

Viola watched her daughter out of the corner of her eye. Over the last few months, an invisible barrier had insinuated itself between them. Tina was sixteen and raring to fly. She objected to restrictions of any kind. Overnight her mother had turned into a gorgon of sorts. “No, Tina, you can’t stay out so late. Sixteen is no age …