Broken Dreams, Sleepless Nights is Chapter 15 in team TheSpellbinders’ story. Read here.
Psst: Have you read the preceding chapters? Here are the links: 1. Room Number Four by Ankita Singhal 2. Table Number Four by Bushra M 3. If Looks Could Kill by Ryan Fernandes 4. The Flower That Never Bloomed by Kunal Borah 5. Elephant Parade by Sunita Rajwade When Jenny started her own wedding photography business, it was initially her escape from her daddy, who relentlessly pestered her to settle down with any Kuruvilla or Jacob he could find. It was like he was only interested in the amount of money they had or the expanse of their rubber plantation. The last guy was a complete snob, oh how she hated those typical mucchad mallus. No matter how she tried, she always failed to convince her dad that she could never be tied down. The places she haunted were the Old Tibetian Art Gallery and the Kashi Art Cafe. When the Biennale was hosted in her city, she had been the … Read more
Tara kissed her lovingly and took in her features, getting a closer look at her. Her face was round, she had strawberry lips, a V-shaped chin and her heart stopped beating for a moment. The baby opened her piercing blue eyes and stared at her mother. Those brilliant blue eyes reminded Tara of someone…. No! I should not think about him!
“She can’t be Roohi!” Shekhar screamed “She is not my Roohi.” His screams and anguish went unheard in the God forsaken secluded warehouse.
Impulsive is not a word most people would not associate with me, but then when it comes to those things that are very close to my heart, like rains, an ice cream, good food, writing and my family and friends, I jump even before I can think 🙂 As Leo, Swaarasa and I had a … Read more
It is not every day that you come across someone who makes you go â€˜Hey me too!!â€ at every sentence that is spoken/written. In April 2013, I met this special someone, followed each other and our friendship bloomed on our blogs, back when my blog was still on blogspot and not even called Ishithaa. … Read more
After a long weekend that was Onam, this Wednesday seems more “monday” than ever. On top of everything, the weather outside doesnâ€™t help much. I so want to run out of the office and maybe go to the library and pick up a good book. The last time I was there I went and … Read more
As you noticed, I started this letter to you, to my bestie abruptly. I remember that we donâ€™t talk formally, hence Iâ€™m choosing to not write to you formally too! Oh, youâ€™re asking what reason makes me write to you instead of jabbering like always? That is because I hope to write something today … Read more