Category Archives: Stories.. well.. sort of..

Sometimes things I wish to convey mould themselves in the form of a story ..

Mr Farry

Based on this amazing short film by Ben Ockrent & Jake Russell, starring my favourite actor Alan Rickman. I came across an interesting writing exercise where you have to transcribe your favourite TV Show/movie. The first thing that came to my mind was this short film. Continue reading

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A Day In Vellankondagaram

When was the last time I saw so many stars in the sky? I can’t remember. Continue reading

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The Castle

Mama says I have a wild imagination. Is that good? Maybe. But Mama always says it with an eye roll. She thinks I will make a damn good writer someday. I doubt that because I am awful at grammar Continue reading

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Autumn Leaves

He was dressed in his finest. The dark brown hair neatly parted to the side. One look at him and you can easily deduce that he is very meticulous with his appearance. He held the drink gracefully in his hand, … Continue reading

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Black ruminations

Here’s to one of my favourite characters – To Sirius Black. Greatest friend there ever was. Continue reading

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Through the door…

I found was a wooden Marapaachi doll. Padma’s doll. My only souvenirs from Madras……. Continue reading

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A Silent Spectator

I couldn’t wait to come out of the exam hall . There was still an hour left for the Annual Exams to come to an end. With each question passing by, my urge to complete the paper became stronger Continue reading

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Fear of the unknown

What started of as a gentle knock now turned into a series of bangs.. She stood like a painted picture … Petrified .. She could hear a mixture of demonic screams and the sound of nails on wall..It was sheer agony .. Continue reading

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