Sunday, November 29, 2020

Vijaykrishna Amaraneni

8 WRITINGS

Invisibility Cloak

The dilapidated house at the end of the street has been your home for long. The kids, screaming and laughing at you, run up...

Storytellers

The huts in the village were empty. Cattle, chewing cud at leisure, lay relaxed in their byres. One would wonder if the cattle too...

Storytellers

Rapturous applause followed as they concluded the storytelling session. The community fire pit was nearly empty within a few minutes except for a few...

A River Called Life

Krishna navigated through the labyrinth of huts dotting the slum, to reach the bus stop. ‘Saar, is this the place where we wait to get...

Phoenix

I have stood here for countless days, spreading my thick canopy and watching the jungle life unfold around me.  Though my first encounter out of...

Toothpaste

I woke up to the lovely rhythmic noise made by my mother’s silver anklets. But I did not move a muscle, for if I...

Tomorrow is another day

Shankar did not imagine he would be fighting to save his life. He started the journey to end his life and now he was fighting...

A Morning- My Childhood

The best part of growing up is, not knowing the fear to question. He gulped it, eyes closed, still on the bed with an arm...