Stolen Music

My music was stolen, but who was the thief?

The story is posted at Stolen Music

Want

Want, need, desire, question, love and hate.

I have always wondered whether these are primarily verbs, or nouns.

Well, here’s what I’ve always wanted. A primary want, almost a need.

Th story’s posted at Want.

A horrible person

As far as this story goes, I started off with a seed, a single thought. I have been struggling with the story for quite a while now, and this was my best(!) draft. The thought is precious, though. If anyone  reading this thinks they can express the thought better as a story, you are welcome to do so!

My version: A horrible person

Waiting

A life long wait.

Am still Waiting.

A letter- II

Dear Indhu,

You wanted a few lines in your autograph book. I refused. You were annoyed. 

This is the best I could come up with.

This is the letter I wrote you; my last one. An attempt at merging fact and fiction.

~Suchi

In case you missed it, you can find the story here.

கண்ணீர்

அவன்: சத்தியமா சொல்லறேன்… உயிருள்ள வரைக்கும் உன்னை கண் கலங்காம பாத்துப்பேன்.

அவள் : என் கண் கலங்க உன்னை பார்க்க விடுவேனா?

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இந்த கதை எனக்கு உறுதுணையாய், உற்ற தோழியாய் இருந்து, என் கற்பனைக்கும் எட்டாத சிற்பமாகவும், என்னை நான் ஆக்கிய சிற்பியாகவும் திகழும் நிலாபாரதிக்காக.

இன்று மணக்கோலம் காணும் ஹரீஷ் மற்றும் ப்ரீதிக்கு மன நிறைவுடன் வாழ்த்துக்கள்!

Two endings

It was true. One stage before mine, husband and wife were getting off the bus. We were seated next to the door. I could see them standing next to me, waiting for the bus to stop. Extremely close range. I was now looking at the enormous dimples on his baby-like cheeks, a strong contrast to the ripple of the muscles beneath the folded sleeve of his shirt.

This story, as the title says, has two endings. I have given both endings with the story; let me know which one you like.

The story is at: Two endings

Crows in Manhattan

Try as I might, I am not able to locate a single crow in Manhattan.

Have my ghosts forsaken me?

Crows in Manhattan

Rapunzel

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair,

So that I may climb the golden stair!

My femininity – Rapunzel.

Draupadi

“Govinda, govinda, He alone who knows…the ins and outs of the world, he should come…to rescue the world, to save it, to redeem us all…but what justice there can be, in the absence of cleansing war?”

She tells the story at: Draupadi.

Stop domestic violence. Here.

PS: Pictures in the story were shot by yours truly. All copyrights hold.