A story of timeless love and selfless giving - A Christmas storyA story of true love. A Christmas story that has made many an eye moist. That has filled many a heart. more >>

As the flash bulbs popped all around her, she was constantly asked, "Is this best seller, Seasons of our lives, autobiographical?" What could she say? more>>

Jaya looked at Parineeta in disgust. She could feel the waves of anger building up in her as she saw Parineeta`s defiant face and her mutinous scowl. more>>

"Balance your cheque book, Sunanda!" I could still hear my father`s exasperated voice as he tried to see whether I had any money left in my account to pay for the grocery and other mundane bill more>>

The winds blew across dry leaves as Kanta walked up to her usual perch by the bus stop. It was time for the last bus of the day from the city. more>>

The baby in her arms gurgled happily. Rammaiya peered down from her cataract blinded eyes and her wrinkled brown face split into a wide smile... more>>

Rashmi did not want to get up from her bed that morning. She was feeling unusually lethargic and depressed for no reason at all. more>>

As usual, I reached the Madras Central Station quite early.This was something that was not unusual. So much so, it was a talking point with family and friends. more>>

She was named Aria because she brought music, song and rhythm into my life.My uterus was no more; it was sacrificed at the altar of cancer. more>>

"Cavernous responsiveness towards torment of others coupled with the wish to mitigate it is compassion to me."I use the local bus to commute to my work place daily. more>>

Visitors streamed in. The calm quietness gave place to a steady murmur. And then a virtual roar. People in twos and threes and in droves waited for the clock to strike five. more>>

She did not look back upon her life. It was a past, buried somewhere in her subconscious. Never had she brought it up. more >>

The chirping of the birds and the prayer call from the local mosque was enough to stir one from the bed! more >>

Ranjini walked in with a cup of coffee. "Amma, get up and have this!" There was no reply. "Amma please! Just because you cry nothing will change. more >>

"It is therefore with sincere & heartfelt gratitude that I would like to introduce you all to my foster mother Mrs. Kamayani, who was responsible for it all! more>>

She kept tossing on her bed, all through the night. She could not lull her mind to sleep. more>>

There was a king who was adamant and unreasonable by nature. more>>

Jayam casually browsed through the Tamil weeklies. Her son had left for the office. Now she could relax for sometime. more>>

Sunita bent forward and kept walking. This had become her habit since the past two years-she did not like to look at anyone. more>>

I like to dwell on subjects where the protagonist is a woman and the story is woven around relationships. more >>

"R..R..Ring, R..R..Ring........" Damayanti placed a paperweight on the papers she was going through and picked up the reciever. once again . more>>

The trill of the doorbell woke Krithika from her sleep. "Who could it be?" she wondered as she got up slowly to open the door. Age seemed to be catching up with her. more>>

This is the only word in the world which when actually speculated upon, keeps us enthralled and entwines the people all over into a fine long beautiful rope. more >>

I had come home to India after a long time, during my last summer vacations. I decided to call my old school friends for a grand reunion the following Sunday. more>>

The city can be cold and impersonal, where every person is cruelly reduced to a statistic- just one among the teeming population of settlers. more >>

Relationships -- of all kinds -- are like sand held in your hand. Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. more >>

"Hello, amma, Savitha here. How are you?"Revathi became very excited on hearing her daughter`s voice. more>>

Conversation stopped as soon as she stepped in. Expectant faces turned... waiting.. With a confused smile she was at her desk, signing in. more>>

It started out as an innocent email. My contact with a person who was as gentle as gentleness could be and as wise as wisdom can be. more>>

She was sitting at the back, watching the wedding of her lover. He looked handsome and debonair. His wife to be was thin and ordinary looking. more>>