Sreesha

LATEST ARTICLES ( 213 )

• Tara Jain

  

  Read the previous chapters here - Game Of Blogs - Writers' Den Some would have called her a child prodigy. She was a little over four, when in a cheerful... Read more

  Posted on 23 September 2014 DIARIES

• The Cursed One

  Team: Writer's DenRead the previous parts of the story here: Part 1Part 2The blindfold was removed. The only light that entered the hall was from a frosted glas... Read more

  Posted on 15 September 2014 DIARIES

• Of Ardor and Red Crescents

  In the darkness blanketing all and wide,The moon screamed for attention over the salt sea,With borrowed silver brilliance of the departed golden sun. Read more

  Posted on 08 September 2014 DIARIES

• And She Was His Muse

  “Hello again, my old friend,” said he.Bathed in candlelight, twin wine glasses by his side,Charcoal pencil strewn along with rough sheets,Gentle music playing... Read more

  Posted on 31 August 2014 DIARIES

• Deception

  It had been a rough day at work, but Deepika was not complaining. She was going home after a gap of one year and nothing was going to spoil her mood. Her train... Read more

  Posted on 24 August 2014 DIARIES

• Your Memory I Drown

  Illusions do I live in or do I know what’s around me?Am I drinking to forget you or to drown my crushed dreams in it?Plethoric were my hopes when you said our... Read more

  Posted on 23 August 2014 DIARIES

• Which Way Must I Go Now?

  Which way must I go now having been abandoned,In the corner of a maze with too many paths from which to choose?My broken, bleeding heart bites back when I try t... Read more

  Posted on 22 August 2014 DIARIES

• The Douche-baggery Of The "Indian Culture" Gurus

  

  “Ugghhh! I so don’t wanna celebrate this birthday. Move over, girl.”I looked up groggily. There was a tired-looking skinny girl sitting on my bed, wearing... Read more

  Posted on 17 August 2014 DIARIES

• Micro-Fiction - 8

  The child was terrified. It had been his first day at school. All he said was, the teachers taught him how to kill and bury other kids. Read more

  Posted on 12 August 2014 DIARIES

• Welcome To India! Where Everyone Is Discriminated Against!

  If any of you have been following my blog, you would know how much this desi mem rants about this country. Of course, you could ask what am I doing apart from... Read more

  Posted on 04 August 2014 DIARIES

• A Hundred Rainless Years

  I saw a construction site up ahead. It was strange. I was here two weeks ago, but the site seemed older than that. But one thing was for sure that my therapist’... Read more

  Posted on 01 August 2014 DIARIES

• You're Gone

  But when did I know you would leaveA fair question it’s not, forI knew it the first time my eyes fluttered closeAs your lips touched mine.As happiness then,... Read more

  Posted on 24 July 2014 DIARIES

• Venom

  I parked my car in the basement and was walking towards the elevator when I saw him - wearing a dirty dhoti and a dirty white shirt, stooping a little. There wa... Read more

  Posted on 19 July 2014 DIARIES

• Paint My World A Little Black

  Ooh what wouldn’t I give right now,For a cup of my mother’s special black coffee!Like everything else she prepares, it’s perfect.After a tired day at work, I... Read more

  Posted on 19 July 2014 DIARIES

• Yearning

  There are days when I want to crumple and cry.Consumed wholly by sorrow,Over thoughts I cannot even define;Over fears I cannot even name.On days like these,... Read more

  Posted on 18 July 2014 DIARIES

• A Tale Of Frangipani Blossoms

  A long time ago, before Aarav ke papa and I got married, he used to take me for long bike rides. Of late, I’ve been reminiscing those days – simpler times befor... Read more

  Posted on 17 July 2014 DIARIES

• Another Generation Of Automatons

  

  My son started school this year. Before the academic year began, the principal wanted to have a collective meeting with the parents. Now, I may be the only... Read more

  Posted on 02 July 2014 DIARIES

• The Uptight Indian

  Recently, I had to prepare some slides on Indianism for a speech club that I’m a member of. Coincidentally, around the time I was preparing the material for my... Read more

  Posted on 01 July 2014 DIARIES

• Invisible Stain

  Free Verse 1Your memoryAn invisible stainOn the plains of my mindErased by the present sunshineBut marred by painful... Read more

  Posted on 29 May 2014 DIARIES

• Micro-Fiction - 7

  It wasn't so much the man in my house. It wasn't even about how he had gotten in. It was that how only I could see his mangled self. Read more

  Posted on 29 May 2014 DIARIES