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The Song of Birds

(A Short story by Sidharth Vardhan first written on November 12, 2020) 1. Tejasvi madam has not aged much in the fifteen years I have known her. For someone her age – nearly seventy (she has been retired for five-six years now), she is still very active and that is… Read More »The Song of Birds

Paper boats

(A song by Sidharth Vardhan first published on August 13, 2020) The sugary treatsThe summer rainsThe wet slippersAnd the paper boatsThats what I rememberOf the day things turned sore. Floating togatherWhile oscillating awayAnd toward each otherwere our paper boatsThat’s what I rememberOf the day things turned sore. Your laughterMagical and… Read More »Paper boats

An Orphaned Existence Sidharth Vardhan

An Orphaned Existence

A story of an accountant about to apply for an interview in a factory. Find on Goodreads Nearly 27,000 words Download it here:

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(Comfort Objects – 1) Nayi

“Ever since my childhood, the concept of comfort objects has been of great importance to me. My mother was from a traditional background and biased towards sons over daughters. That is perhaps why when she gave birth to a twin – one of each sex, it was me who spent… Read More »(Comfort Objects – 1) Nayi

Liar

1. “I saw you for the first time when upon my stubborn insistence my mom lowered you, a baby wrapped in a pink blanket, on my arms which she had made me stretch on her lap, unwilling to entirely trust you in my four-year-old arms. You were only three days… Read More »Liar

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God’s Bread

“Only an animal worries all the time about the next meal.”  Naguib Mahfouz 1. How could he judge her? Who was he to judge her? Hadn’t she been patient enough? Mariah still remembered how she had lost her son, her only child, and even that only increased her faith –… Read More »God’s Bread

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Possession

“It started all of sudden one day. We – me, my brother and husband, suddenly heard her screaming one day. We ran to her room, the door was shut but not locked. She had developed a habit of more and more spending time alone in her room and often locking… Read More »Possession