Rubu Yari 
I see her hunched over. Her hair turning silver by the day. That long brown sarong slightly above her ankle reveals her over-sized dark blue sneakers adorned with white stripes on the sides. Her tea coloured printed blouse looks dull with overuse. Her thumb pushing away each bead of a sacred mala, until it has
The August rain seems to have a magical effect on Delhites. Like a magic potion, that sends them into a trance. After months of sweltering days with little or no rain, the thunder roared, and I heard the shriek of the peacocks. I see them prancing from one roof to the other, in search of
He could feel the sweat in his palms oozing like melted butter as he struggled to hide the corpse inside a brightly draped sari. Dialogues were being orated in tenors and baritones while the crowds cheered along like clanging cymbals in temples. Suddenly, a hand shot out of nowhere and the lovely draped corpse was
Once upon a time, there was a ghost that lived in a cosy dank room. The room was lit with darkness and puffed away candles. The ghost thought, “I sense a bright entity in my room”. It looked around, but saw nothing. After it slipped itself under the cold blanket, it sensed a tingling sensation
Prose comes from the Latin word “prosa oratio” which means “straightforward”. When you pen down your feelings or thoughts as they come, is prose. Now, what makes it different from a poem and a story? A poem is defined by a structure. It has lines, stanzas, and has certain rhythm or rhyme. A story is