Litlive + Kaliedoscope 3

TATA LitLive2015 + Kaleidoscope : Shoot To Thrill 3rd Place Winner

So story? I’ve been thinking for two days about a story I’ll write here, since I registered for the event. There’s nothing interesting I can write and shoot a series of photographs for it. It came to me just as I was about to give up. Why not a love story? The story of Me, […]

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Litlive + Kaliedoscope 2

TATA LitLive2015 + Kaleidoscope : Shoot To Thrill 2nd Place Winner

A small story of a man, who came to Mumbai to make up his dreams. Works hard day and night, doing odd jobs but still have faith in himself. After struggling the whole day he neither has a luxurious bed nor a plate full of meal. But one thing he earns a night full of […]

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Litlive + Kaliedoscope 1

TATA LitLive2015 + Kaleidoscope : Shoot To Thrill 1st Place Winner

Cindrella Paradie Cinderella in the modern world. He is the step brother of Sheldon, Zenior, Dylan and Calvin. Cinderella is burden with all the work at home and has no social life. He goes to college every day and comes home and does all the house work and the homework of all brothers. He is […]

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beyond the frame #2

Beyond The Frame #2

Here’s the thing about smoking in Kasol. You shouldn’t do it.   He took three intermittent breaks to catch his breath, along the – what the locals typically called ‘Pandraha-foot maap’, or The Scale of 15 feet. Your average joe could scale the road with unremarkable long strides of 15, they would reason. He was […]

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Ameya Bondre

TATA Literature Live! 2015 Creative Writing Contest’s Special Mention: Meant For Someone Else by Ameya Bondre

Amar held my hand firmly. He had a charming smile. Baba trusted him- ” You are meant for someone who will protect you.” I was a ten year old girl and the only child of a debt ridden family, leaving my village. Amar convinced me that Uncle was very kind and a maid’s job was […]

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Sharon

TATA Literature Live! 2015 Creative Writing Contest’s Special Mention: Meant For Someone Else

Meant for someone else by Sharon It was half past noon and I was lost in Fountainhas. The Goa Tourism brochure urged me to ” explore the historic Old Quarter of Panjim on foot” but I wanted to get out. I ducked into the nearest doorway and stopped short at the macabre display of funerary […]

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Shalini

TATA Literature Live! 2015 Creative Writing Contest’s Special Mention: Walk Away

WALK AWAY by Shalini Mother was furious, he needs to listen to me! ” I’m his mother, of course I know better than him….” Father tried his best to convince him, ” Son, it’s not the right time. We know what’s best for you. Just a few more months. Hold on be patient” But he […]

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Kelly Woller

Third Winner of TATA Literature Live! 2015’s Flash Fiction Contest

THE QUICK STEP by Kelly Woller ” But darling, I love you!” ” Do you really expect me to believe that, you cheating scoundrel?” ” Trust me when I say it’s over” ” She’s here isn’t she? You had the audacity to call her to the party! Do you take me to be a fool?” […]

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Divya Samtani

Second Winner of TATA Literature Live! 2015’s Flash Fiction Contest

MEANT FOR SOMEONE ELSE. – Divya Samtani No amount of books on childbirth you memorise  can prepare you for the excruciating, body tearing pain that comes in the chance circumstance you push another human out of you. It is maddening, violent pain and that’s just the contractions. An eternity later I was going into labour. […]

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Lekha Nambiar

First Winner of TATA Literature Live! 2015’s Flash Fiction Contest

ONE LAST DANCE by Lekha Nambiar My crane tipped junk into the landfill. The stench of decomposing waste filled the air. The sky was dark, for a ‘bright’ summer day. It started to rain- I watched the paint on my crane buckle and warp with each drop. Then I saw him, a tall broad -shouldered […]

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Jai Subramanian

Third Winner of TATA Literature Live! 2015’s Creative Writing Contest: Sowing and Weeping

Sowing and Weeping by Jai Subramanian The last time we met you’d said there was no way to fix something so far beyond dead. “Rotting” was the word you’d used. Rotting for the world to see. Rotting like the shrunken lump you made your face into. I’ve seen people lack conviction but yours is a […]

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