Mrs Guelf, who owned the photo development store in Brewer, had twin daughters: Gwendolyn and Jessica, 18 years old and still in attendance at Grover Cleveland High. "Those poor Guelf girls," lamented one local Brewer lady. "Both plain as pudding." Indeed their skin was pasty and their mousey hair hung limp. There was a hint- in this, and the prison-like dra...
Do you like still and calm water of a lake or the unruly swirls of water flow from a monsoon spring? If you think a little deeper, you may like either of these, depending on your mood. Further, your preference would be influenced by your gender and of course age. Now, tell me what a boy of eighteen of calm nature would prefer? I am sure you now get it. At e...
The next day, when Neeta woke up, Manish had already left for his office. However, everyday in her brother's home was like festival for her. She and Sumitra had a great rapport. They dove into any discussion within a matter of moments. Both of them went for shopping. After buying a lot of female clothing, they returned early in the afternoon. They discussed...
FOREST: PART I SweetNothingsAndBeyond ****** Author's Note: The story is based in Bhubaneswar, Odisha, in the East-Coast of India. So the developments are purely as per the locational values and cultural melee of this particular area. Please gel with the socio-cultural perspective of the place and enjoy the story... ****** Forest: Bhitarkanika Nation...
Here's something I've been working on bit by bit since I figured out how to move on from Fated Hearts. I'm super excited to have something other than The Masseur with a more real quality than....well. Let's face it. Eric was just a fantasy, even though I imagined Alexander Skarsgard every time I had to write some sex into that story (swoon). Anyway. This sto...
Disclaimer: The name of the characters are changed for privacy purpose and any resemblance to any person alive or dead is purely co-incidental. I will be narrating the story in two or three parts, depending on the feedback I receive. I am narrating it as it was narrated to me by my friend. It was raining incessantly for the last 3 days, and Poornima had r...
Author's Note: This is the follow-up encounter between Kavitha and Jamal promised at the end of "Shy Indian Wife's Humiliating Exam" and "My Humiliating Immigration Exam." While this story can be read on its own, it references characters from these stories as well as from "Mom, Medical School, and Dr. Jamal." All the kids had left for the day, and I was in...
"Why did I even think it, it was so stupid of me, I still cannot understand why I blurted it out, 'I love you,' like a silly schoolgirl" Maria and Susan were enjoying an afternoon coffee on Susan's terrace, and Maria had enlisted her in the role of agony aunt. "Possibly," suggested Susan tentatively, "Just possibly there may be just a tiny element of truth...
Sonu's husband Viswam is a writer. He files his short stories in a folder named 'Stories' in their computer and invites Sonu to read and critique the stories. He welcomes the suggestions she offers. One evening while searching for a misplaced file Sonu quite by accident chanced upon a file rather intriguingly named 'Fiction challenges Fact' in his accounts f...
Never mind what I do (did) for work or what I look (looked) like, details which have become irrelevant since The Day It All Happened. Monday: Forget Monday. I love work and Monday was an all work day and nothing noteworthy happened. Tuesday: Wedding invite reminder for this weekend is on my calendar. Perfect as I am starting to become a little unhinged...