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Transcending Time

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Fiction

The Sculptor

She stood proudly at the centre of the gallery, admiring the throng of visitors streaming through the doors. She warmly greeted her patrons with a polite smile.   “My dear, you’ve outdone yourself this time- how realistic this one! Is!… Continue Reading →

Two Pairs

The elevator probably counts itself amongst the world’s most pitiful objects, for it flies up and down for miles without ever having gotten anywhere. Today, it flew with a lady.   “Hmm”, jabbing a button that read four, Claire mumbled… Continue Reading →

Avocado

Vaaruni ‘Monkey’ Eashwar was one of the first HS students on campus (from the Development Studies batch of 2006). She was a Saarang events core, and also a lead vocalist in the Sharav WM band. This is a creative writing… Continue Reading →

Love in All the Wrong Places

Some might consider my being a private detective an aberration for an Indo-American, but I couldn’t care less. Actually, I consider it a natural regression in my life. First, I got kicked out of school for trying to seduce my… Continue Reading →

Kamadhenu

Mr. Madhavan was a creature of habit. Of him, it could fairly be said that you could set your watch by his actions. He woke precisely at 6:30 am, to the ringing of his antique hand-keyed alarm clock; he was… Continue Reading →

The Case of The Disappearing Databaser

I’m a dick, ok? Private detective, that is. Do you have a problem with that? If you do, I got a pair of brass knuckles in my trouser pocket that can rearrange your facial features in a hurry.

The Case of the Distraught Dancer

As the sole Indo-American detective in Silicon Valley/ Bay Area, I get a lot of business from the community; you might have read of my exploits in “The Case of the Purloined Programmer”, “The Affair of the Disappearing Databaser”, etc.

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