Writers Pouch

As a child, my favourite pastime was going for walks with my grandmother in my sweet home town & loved hearing the bedtime stories...

A young boy, born on 29th February, is hoping to celebrate his third birthday by organising a party.

Children adore their parents’ affection but they are often left to wonder why they are not getting it.

During an evening walk in the park, a middle-aged man strikes up an unexpected friendship with Rahul, a boy about to celebrate his rare “third birthday”—born on February 29th.

Longing for descendants, the almighty Sol gives rise to the birth of Nature—a being of beauty. As Nature nurtures countless creations, her generosity is celebrated and exploited, especially by the mortals.

Amith finds himself adrift on the shores of his past. From a curious boy in a forgotten village, full of mischief and adventure with his childhood friends Raju and Raghu, to a man grappling with heartbreak and regret.

Most of us might not remember our first kiss. It is a special moment in our lives, and it is certainly long before what we often recall or remember as our first kiss.

There were three princesses of Madhri who loved the same prince, yet did not know of each other’s feelings. The eldest trusted in God, the second trusted in expression & the third trusted in herself. Who won the prince’s heart?

Out of all the men in the world, daughters always say, “Fathers are the sweetest”. Are they? Is this honestly true for most daughters? “Yes,” says Jayshree Majji.

The Kingdom of Akhanda is being divided into two to crown twin princes. While the elder one gets the northern province with resources and an army, the younger one gets a depleted territory to rule. Why & who would succeed?

King Krishna was hit with an arrow on his shoulder and fled the battlefield. If not for a commoner’s mercy, the King would have perished. Was he grateful?

Long ago, there lived a greedy King called Hashavardhan. Though his coffers were full, he was after a rare diamond on the head of a snake. Is the diamond even real, or is it a ploy?

An ordinary bike narrates its life story while explaining how, like most individuals, it hopes to at least be acknowledged for the purpose it served.