fiction
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If there is one thing I love about reading fantasy series, it is how immersive an experience it can be. Not only do you follow the same set of characters over three, four, seven, books, but you also get to travel through the land the fantastical tale lives in.
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We are all storytellers. Whether it is the stories we tell our friends – of incidents where we were the protagonist or how we were appreciated for something at work – or the stories we tell ourselves – maybe I shouldn’t eat this extra roti because I need space for dessert – we love telling
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Saksham had seen his mother cry many times – she could cry at any advertisement where a child was being horrible to their parent – but he had not seen her inconsolable before. Usually, a joke here from his father, and a funny face there from him and she would forget her tears and laugh
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I’m sitting in a chair, my legs up on the bed. You hate it when I sit like this. Say it’s bad for my back and hips and gut and legs. When that does not work, you tell me it’ll affect my productivity. A word that never fails to provoke a reaction from me. But
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As soon as the hour hand and the minute hand of the clock hug at the midnight mark, an unheard bell goes off inside the mind of Mr. Hickory, the caretaker of the Dickory Dock hotel. It is an unusual hotel, to be sure, and requires a special kind of person to run it. Mr.
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It wasn’t right, ordering a cup of earl grey in a coffee shop. There was a reason they had coffee shops and tea shops now; especially for people who liked going to coffee shops but not necessarily their coffee. She was one such person. The food though, she mused, was better in coffee shops than
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Though this is a sequel of sorts to The Amethyst Library, it can be read as a standalone. A girl wanders the catacombs of Amethyst, stocking the books back in their homes. Amethyst has not had a helper before. Sarita is the only one who has taken care of the library and the souls…until now.
tales of Suchita 