Tia Blake. The warm body in my bed turned, and I smiled as Tilda's eyes opened and she kissed my forehead. "Morning!" she grinned. "Good morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?" "Always, next to you," she said sitting up. I slid up to sit beside her, my arm going around her thin waist. Neither of us had much to show for our, almost, fourteen years, and the...
dipti boudi is also my didi. and there's nothing mysterious about it. diptidi grew up in our locality, just like any other middle class bengali girl, and did what they are supposed to do in the late-90's. college, coaching classes, and a little bit of line drawing ( line mara ). the typical MCB woman was afraid to test her skills in nude sketches, coz she...
Author's Note: this story is published by me on other sites as well. * To find an apartment for rent for two single ladies is now officially categorized as herculean task. I had lost count of a number of houses that I and my friend, Neha had visited over the past 6 days. The mobile numbers of brokers filled up my contact list every time we explained the h...
Part two: Goray Lal Parvati knew that while her father was alive and in good health she and her child were safe, but what if something were to happen to him? She began preparing for that eventuality. From the Brahmins she learnt how to read and write. She knew neither because it was not thought necessary for girls to be literate, not even those of high b...
Hello Readers, This is my second work and I'm posting it under APRIL FOOLS STORY CONTEST 2017. I came to know a little late about this contest. That's why I might not have done justice to the story, but still I've tried my best to write a story that you will like. Also, this month being a festival month, has kept me busy. I had to ask my friend, who was con...
Amy Hayze sat on the edge of a precipice looking down into the chasm below. It was a long drop and clouds of misted spray rose up obscuring the white water at the end of the waterfall. It looked soft and comforting. She wasn't afraid to be perched on the edge of the stony outcropping high above the falls. She looked up into the bright white light above her a...
Part 1 * The Party Goers * Shelly, with her right hand holding the phone to her ear, raised herself up with her left hand. "Ugh. I'm getting old. A simple movement like getting up from lying down is a task," she said. Laughter came from the other end of the phone. "Yeah, you are ancient! To hear you tell it, you are in need of a hip replacement. You are on...
2011 Sethp All rights reserved (This is a twisted little Christmas story. It was going to be a contest submission but I just couldn't finish it in time! I hope you enjoy it. It's a little flawed but I had a great time writing it. Thank you to PennLady!) * Ellie oiled the slide of her silver trombone with the ease of habit. Band practice was over, but sh...
Before starting the 3rd part, I give below the last few lines of the 2nd part. The following weekend, Sarit and I visited our sisters. I told them what daddy had said. 'Congratulations,' Madhu didi said embracing me, 'Why so morose, you should be happy that you will have a man all to yourself'. 'In a way I am happy,' I replied, 'but what worries me is wh...