by Bhuvaneswari M Muthu stepped out of the building, diploma in hand, grinning from ear to ear. He had just graduated from the Government College ….
Category: Workshop Stories
by Megha Mehta For as far back as I can remember, ammaji was the driving force in my nani’s house. With a thin, wrinkled face, ….
by Rengarajan T S Ramya was standing in the queue to buy milk. The queue was not long but still, the salesman took a long ….
by Suhani Garg I silently snuck down the steps, cringing as I landed on a particularly squeaky one, hoping that my parents wouldn’t hear. I ….
by Srivatsan G “Ladies and gentlemen, we are experiencing some turbulence. The Captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign. Please return to your ….
by Devakee Rahalkar “Just one hour more”, Juhi muttered to herself as she tried to get up from her seat yet again in an effort ….
by Suman Sastry, Workshop 15 The harsh Indian summer had brought everyone to their knees. It was a sweltering 48 degrees Celsius in a small ….
by Kavitha Murali Ebe’s Nokia phone buzzed. One more fundraiser campaign, this time, a donation to some school. Thank heavens he didn’t own one of ….
by Ranjita Bhat It was close to midnight – the Pai family lay in a state of deep slumber. This was the time of the ….
by Rengarajan T S “Raghu… this is impossible. Bruno is afflicted with arthritis but he has a lot of life left in him! Forget it!” ….