The Curious Maid
The Curious Maid If you had been to Shastri Nagar vegetable market last month, you would not have missed her. Clad in a simple saree and sitting at
Dirty Cat, Dirty Girl!!
It was 1997. I was a whimsical twelve-year-old, living with my parents and Grandpa in a little house that had its own garden. Grandpa would sit in the
One Day At A Time
8:00 am Shreeja peeped into her bedroom. “Bye, Jeevan. I’m leaving for office.” She crossed the building gate, cheerfully wishing good morning to a passing neighbour. The ever
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“One moment please”, she said. She took out a little framed photograph from her pocket and stared at it. Her eyes grew misty and she felt a
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