True, a mother and child form the very first team—not just for people, but for all living beings.

Murali's parents left home early each morning for school, taking their breakfast and lunch with them. Murali ate his breakfast by 7 a.m., just before heading to his own school. A...

Murali always knew that being a big brother was a big deal, full of essential duties. And he absolutely loved it.

Once babies hit nine months, everyone starts buzzing about when they’ll walk on their own.

From the moment Hridya was born, she stole the show in her family. She was adorable and always so cheerful. Right from her first day, she woke up with a big, bright smile. Her big brother, Murali, nicknamed her "the smiling doll."

Murali was seven when Hridya arrived. Ever sin...

My first English short story. I wrote this story in 2005 and first published on a UK based short story publishing website. Later that web service was closed down. Subsequently I included it in my open story book "The Quake and Other Stories". This story was triggered by the photo of an old...

Unrest
Yelling heart
Anger
Sense of loss
Sorrow
Burning brain
Depression
Aching fingers
Deep breathing
Abrupt sleep
Waking up
Collage of images
Flow of words
A poem is born!

#openpoem
Image attribution: Public domain image from commons.wikimedia.org

Written in 2012 and included in the story collection 'The Quake and other stories'

First published in 2012 as open fiction

“A Friday night. It was raining hard outside. He was alone at that guesthouse, which was in a reserve forest area. Howling wind pounded on the doors. Suddenly everything jolted in a thunderbolt. The power went off. Thick darkness filled in.

I wrote this story after seeing the very tragic photos of the deadly earthquake that struck the Kerman province of southeastern Iran on December 26, 2003.

It was the hardest winter in his memory. He shivered severely in the piercingly cold wind as the full Moon peeped through the pale yellow sheath o...