Irene Hannon is a bestselling, award-winning author who has written more than 45 romance and romantic suspense novels. Her books have been honored with two RITA awards—the “Oscar” of romantic fiction—and she is a six-time finalist. Her books have also…
Ahmed Faiyaz grew up in Bangalore and now lives in Dubai. He’s a book and film addict, and apart from reading books and watching cinema of all genres, he is a passionate writer. He is the bestselling author of Love,…
Mainak Dhar’s first `published’ work was a stapled collection of Maths solutions and poems. Mainak is a bestselling author in India with titles published by major houses like Penguin and Random House and with one of his novels (Herogiri) being…
Abirami M Krishnan’s (born Abirami Muthukrishnan) recently released book is ‘How to Screw up Like a Pro’. She felt her name was too long and shortened it to Abirami M Krishnan. She holds a bachelor’s degree in Biotechnology and a Post-Graduate…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Once upon a time there was a red-shirt boy and a yellow-shirt girl. The boy wore the same red shirt every day. It was made of cotton and…
Maya Sharma Sriram is a full time writer. She writes mostly short stories and some poetry. She has published both. Her poem was short listed for the all India poetry completion that used to be run by the British Council…
Abhijit Bhaduri is an Indian author, columnist and management consultant. Abhijit Bhaduri created publishing history with his three massive best-selling books, the first of which was- ‘Mediocre But Arrogant.’ His second and third novels ‘Married but Available’ and ‘Don’t Hire…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Arunima opened her eyes forcibly and looked at the grandpa clock on the wall. It showed quarter past ten on a bright Sunday morning in the month of…
There is at every alley a twist. Then a turn. The alley leads to a house ( not a home). Cats purr, dogs bark and men and women push shovels, decaying remains of a foreboding truth. The one they know…
Two white jars with mustard skirting, mouths shut in muslin layers mounted on either sides of her slender waist carved out of butter Her arms around their necks she climbs to the terrace- the aroma still fresh on her fingers…
I touch their lives superficially On a glossy, the latest on her shelf while I wait for a haircut at the local parlor. “Ma’am please sit” she’d said making me feel divaesque Pointing to a cane sofa while continuing to…
‘Roses are beautiful’ But why do noses wrinkle and tongues wag? ‘Roses are beautiful, thorns are ugly’ say the noses and tongues. ‘What’s a rose without some thorns? Wait a minute, hold that thought Let’s rediscover, thorns are beautiful too’…