I Rescue Miss Universe From The Aliens A month ago, my father left for Chennai after admitting me to the Metallurgical Engineering course at IITBHU and ensuring I was adequately settled in my new surroundings. IITBHU was one of the...
Category: Fiction
Blogging, Fiction, Magical Realism
I Meet Lord Ganesh
I Meet Lord Ganesh I tiptoed down the stairs and opened the front door of my house. Mom and Dad were sleeping in their bedroom upstairs, and I did not want to disturb them. Granny was sleeping in the bedroom...
Blogging, Fiction
My Meeting With Enid Blyton
My Meeting With Enid Blyton Here I am sitting with my laptop in front of me on a Thursday evening, racking my brains for an answer to the question: who was my favourite author? You see, I am 56 years...
Fiction, Short Stories
A Wish On A Star
A Wish On a Star They say time is the greatest of all healers. But I am a living example of the fact that this statement is not true. It was six months since my wife Reena died. In the...
Blogging, Books, Fiction, Writing
The Art of Writing a Fictional Novel
The Art of Writing a Fictional Novel I was once asked a very important and pertinent question in an interview I gave. The question was this: Are you a seat-of-the-pants writer or do you first design the details of the...
Blogging, Fiction, Horror, Sculpture, Short Stories
The Black Rose – A Short Story – By Sitharaam Jayakumar
The Black Rose - A Short Story - By Sitharaam Jayakumar Ajit bit his lower lip in an effort to decide the best course of action. He was walking along the Marina beach thinking furiously about how to handle his...
Fiction, Magic, Magical Realism, Short Stories
The Magical Event Of My Childhood In Manamadurai
The Magical Event Of My Childhood In Manamadurai I still remember the times I spent in the tiny town of Manamadurai close to the southernmost tip of India when I was a kid. Every summer holiday my father used to...
Fiction, Love, Short Stories
The Garden Of Love – #WRITEPHOTO
The Garden Of Love - #WRITEPHOTO Flowers adorned the garden everywhere. The garden was interspersed with a large number of stone structures which formed pathways at several points. John read the words inscribed on the board placed at the gateway...
Fiction, Love, Short Stories
The New Innings – #WRITEPHOTO
The New Innings - #WRITEPHOTO We saw the small child everyday when my wife and I went for our morning walk. The child had long hair and always wore the same patched flowing robe. She looked like a fairy from...
Fiction, Horror, Short Stories
The Jewellery Collector
The Jewellery Collector James and Anne had been smitten by the doll like face of the child the very first day they had seen her in the adoption center. The child had not shown any inhibition at all in accepting...
