By suseender sat, 10 April, 2020
To be Tenacious

It is never going to be easy to explore such writing in my life. I am sure this would not just test the reader’s emotional range wide band of emotional radiation, it may also helps you obtain better understanding about the thoughts and dreams that could alter your reality. This write up speaks about the summary of a wonderful father, sensible guiding soul, optimistic butterfly which always takes its kit and kin towards betterment who reached eternality. There is no fiction involved to make the reader indulge in the collection of events.

By Hichamjss08, 7 July, 2019
Haunted House

Once upon a time, there was a rich man who loved to travel a lot. One day, he decided to visit a distant country. But he had a problem. Who will take care of his house during his voyage? He asked his neighbor to do it, who happily agreed. 

After a few days, the neighbor wanted to move into the now empty house. Since he owns the keys, he opened the door and brought his baggage in. He was amazed to find the large house and its spacious rooms. 


By KennedyDrolet, 10 November, 2018
Cliff's Edge

The moon was glistening tonight, the first time in awhile. I look out onto the water as I sit on the cliff’s edge, the crickets seem to be humming a new tune tonight, faster, more exciting than usual. Behind me, I could hear the rustling of bushes. He’s here, I thought to myself as I turn to see him pushing away a stray branch.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he laughs, his icy hair reflecting the moon’s magnificent glow as he steps towards me. “I thought you wouldn’t show,”

“Why wouldn’t I?” I ask. The question hangs in the air, he sits down next to me.


By Abhijith C Anil, 31 July, 2018
Child standing inside a forest

The sun swept in casting shadows of the window pane as the train paced forth, leaving the lush green outside to a blur. The train promising an on-time journey, if not early. My heart fluttered with anticipation and warmth just like the warm sunny day outside. There wasn’t much rush too in the train. If you look around you could see a few passengers scattered here and there, like small flowers on a lawn. All the more better! I missed this peace and serenity. City life is alluring and cozy but empty and pointless and above all costly and congested.


By suseender sat, 4 November, 2017
Grandfather and grandson on the sea shore

This is a short story series that talks about grandpa's weird bedtime stories which speaks humanity in all aspects to a young man who is in his twenties. The series will be continued! Let’s start it!

Grandpa: Bedtime my boy! Time to visit your kingdom of dreams. Chip chop junior.

Junior: Grandy, my sleep cycle will be incomplete, if I am left without bedtime stories. Please do the honours!

Grandpa: Seriously junior? You are in your twenties! You are asking for bedtime stories like a ten year old!


By ben chris, 29 October, 2017

A heroine is one that is worthy of emulation. They can risk their lives for the good of others in the society. They are very amazing people in the society that help to bring criminals to justice by assisting the police to ensure the law enforcement agents are alive to their responsibilities and to help bridge the gap of crime.


By Dilan Davis, 4 September, 2017

I made a new friend recently. We planned for a movie one day. I was quite excited about it and got ready early so that we won't be late for the movie. Some how she turned up very late and then we missed the initial part of the movie. This happened for 2-3 times and then I got really angry and gave her a little sermon on the importance of some level of punctuality.


By arneet, 18 July, 2017
Kolkata skyline as viewed from the Hoogly bridge

The white Ambassador car stopped in front of a building. I looked at the building trying to see if it was the one I visited 7 years back.  I saw a spectacled face from a balcony looking straight at the taxi. The strong continuous gaze could only be hers. She had been waiting for more than an hour and I know this is how she waits. Why did I take so long to be back here? I climbed the one floor I had to and she opened the door before I could knock. She would not demonstrate her feelings and I could not hold them any more. I hugged her and felt her hug as gentle as her form. She was dressed in a cotton light pink sari with red threaded border wrapped with carelessness of routine, showing crush folds like wrinkles and yet its beauty shining through like her affection. She asked me to put my bag in the room which she had carefully readied for me. She has a hurried way of talking, delivering information quickly and only if you ask her further and slowly, does she reply slowly and in detail. She is more than 75 years old for sure. She is short, thin and fair with her hair still carrying tinge of black, plaited and tied as a knot at the back of her head low down, almost on her neck. She wears something around her neck, moves barefoot within her home and keeps her foot on the floor unhurriedly, with care. She loves to keep the water tap in the kitchen open while she is in the kitchen and can peel and cut vegetables with the deftness of a master chef. Her home carried the past with photographs on the walls of the living room and in her room. She shows me pictures of her grandson, Joy, the word meaning victory in Bengali language. She laments that she can no longer communicate with him for he does not know Bangla and she cannot speak English well. She believes that her grandson will not appreciate her speaking english unless she spoke the proper way and so all she says to him is, I love you and he says back, I love you too. She knows he has grown taller, she is not sure if his voice is breaking. She knows he is beginning to have a beard and she tells her son that she is uncomfortable with it coming so soon, that he is just 12. She remembers he did not eat well and so when she once got to know from her daughter in law's Mom, that Joy ate something well, she asked her son about it. When he confirmed that Muesli with coconut water cooked by him was well eaten by Joy, she immediately asked the recipe. She recalls how her son, Bobby did not cook or do stuff at home earlier but had learnt to do so much after being married. She thinks everyone must know how to cook at least a few things.