Sneha Acharekar is a passionate logophile, an avid reader, a complete movie buff and a singer in places that reverberate. In that order. She is a writer by passion and profession; and has been writing fiction since her school days – stories and poems for her school magazine.
Nothing has changed. . .
I still cry the same tears for a past unforgotten.
I still laugh with the same people who were always there.
But a fear of losing all of this tumbles down a shiver down the back now.
Good news! Shilpa aunty’s cousin’s daughter-in-law was blessed with a baby girl! Yay! You’re too excited and you wanna go cuddle that new born sweetheart and take selfies and meet other relatives and friends who’ve also come to visit the… Read More ›
The winning poetic entries and the participant entries based on the prompt A SUN MELTS ON MY PALM
The happier you are when you make your tea, the better (not bitter) it tastes!
Say NO to emotional abuse
She sat on the chair at her desk and looked outside. Her eyes first reached the blue in the sky. She smiled and looked into the diary on her desk. She scribbled his name on one of the blank pages…. Read More ›
Read Part 1 here When she reached at the door, she rang the doorbell frenziedly. When Nitin opened the door, she rushed inside, shut the door behind her and pulled Nitin in a hug and away from the door. “What… Read More ›
“Wait, wait! Don’t keep the dishes in the sink yet.” Renuka hurried to the kitchen following Urmi. “Why? I can’t eat anything more than this now” Nitin declared as he sat up stretched, leaning against the back of his chair… Read More ›
Oh! I’m not angry. It’s called dry sarcasm. I’m just Chandler!
