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Welcome to INDImag’s Katha Sagar Short Story Writing Competition.

Contest and Voting By Members : March-08 thru April-01 2010
Experts’ Voting : April-02 thru April-06
RESULTS : April-07,2010.

Visit ‘KATHA SAGAR MAIN’ tab on the top for Rules and Other Details..

Come spin a tale !

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Rakesh was excited. It was very hot here in Bangalore and wondered how would it be in Pollachi. Fan at full speed and windows open, yet it was hot. He was lying on bed but unable to sleep thinking about his childhood days. The moonlight was enough to see fan rotating seemingly without gap between its four blades. Ha! four blades is outta fashion.

He moved the curtain a bit, just a little bit, and peeped put. Across the road, in the shadows of the lamp post, waited the watcher. He closed the curtain quickly, wondering if he had been spotted and stubbed out his cigarette in the overflowing ash tray. And to think that he had actually quit the cancer stick! God!

Miss Florentine walked on to the stage waving her hand and flashing a perfect set of whites.

Crowd cheered her with hoots and whistles, for the magician had not lied about her beauty.

The old man murmured to himself, “Golden dress. Lots of shimmer. The hemline barely reaches the thighs.
Good choice.
No one would take their eyes off her as long as she’s on stage. Perfect diversion.”

At this juncture, she probably was too numb to feel anything. Things happened in a whirlwind. She hoped hard that this would be just another dream, just another of her nightmarish whims. Nothing seemed changed apart from the heart that was now bleeding. It was just yesterday she was seeing herself with her grandchildren in the garden outside, telling them the stories of her young age, her school friends, and her own life and now it is just a deafening silence outside. Not a soul in vision. Last 5 minutes precisely and her world came crashing down.

There was not a single drop of water to drink at the house. Mangamma went to the nearby street tap and turned it open. As before, it hissed making empty sound. The water supply had turned erratic since a few months. Earlier, they would get some water once in 3 or 4 days, slowly it became worse and now they got water once in almost a month.

Announcement of Experts’ Panel for Katha Sagar — short story writing contest by INDImag..

“Madam, you are not buying lottery ticket today?” Gopal the lottery seller’s question brought her back to reality. As usual, Gopal was there at the bus stand with his board full of lottery tickets. Three days a week Veena allowed herself to spend money on buying them.

When Manu was born one of Latha’s demands was this “People say they never have time for their family. We shouldn’t be like that. On weekdays we’ll make it a point to have at least dinner together, and on weekends we will sit together for all meals. Family meals are important.”

Raksha. This one name is the sole reason I still find life worth living. Raksha. The very name lifts up spirits, from the insides. I’ve seen many girls during my college days, some with a beautiful face and some with a beautiful heart. Indeed, beauty is one virtue every adolescent wants to possess. Be it be with him or within him. The first time I saw Raksha, I wanted her beauty to be with me. Raksha, the one word equivalent for beauty, beauty from the eyes of God.