Every moment the sun goes down, flashing the reds and pinks on the clouds. hits the eye and hurts the heart, but silhouettes must still lie! I stare into the far away horizon that seems to have found the end… Read More ›
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The Magic Chocolate and a Prayer
Chunri watched the sun drift into deep sleep after having colored the skies in orange and pink. The night seemed scary and she turned away from the door and into their hut again. She could not understand what all the… Read More ›
A square peg in a round hole
“Every so often, I get the worse team of writers that you have in the organization, assigned to me. How do you expect me to get them to perform?” Soumya gulped, suppressing her tears. Jessica sat calmly in her chair, observing… Read More ›
A letter to daughter(s)
Let him understand sensitivity…
When it hurts and he feels wry
Do a favor to womankind
Don’t prejudice him that men do not cry.
Sneha Acharekar – The Agathist
Acharekar is a passionate logophile, an avid reader, a complete movie buff and a singer in places that reverberate. In that order. She has been writing since her school days – stories and poems for her school magazine. An active… Read More ›