Month: October 2013

Frostbite by Nidadavolu Malathi

 I was on the terrace watching the clouds which were roaming freely westward–jet black clouds like big black boulders, like water buffalos trying to hide the sunset. The Sun like a mischievous child was spreading his rays from behind the…

A Triangle by Seela Veerraju

(Narrator, talking to himself:) Suseela is writing stories. Let her write, what do I care? But then again, should I tell myself so and keep quiet? Her stories are getting published too, you know. Just yesterday, she started writing and…