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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Ritu Poddar

Second Winner of TATA Literature Live! 2015’s Creative Writing Contest: Faded Smiles

Faded Smiles by Ritu Poddar She sent her son, to far off lands for degrees & better tomorrows She lived alone, & aged alone Behind her wrinkles, hid the sorrows. Over the phone he said, “Maa, got the visa” She knew now ‘months’ would be years Yet she made sweets of his choice And shared […]

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Priya Panchal

First Winner of TATA Literature Live! 2015’s Creative Writing Contest: The Heart Knows

The Heart Knows by Priyal Panchal Why don’t I ever bite that dog in return? Why is that spider spinning webs of sorrow never shun? Why do I give that parasite right over my body? Why don’t I fly away like a bird set free? Why can’t I recognize that chameleon’s lies? Why don’t I […]

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Lit Australia

Literature in the Australian Commonwealth

Literature in the Australian Commonwealth characteristically expresses collective values, perhaps more so than in other parts of the world. Even the experiences of the individual are viewed through a representative lens, with the aim of integrating them into the larger, collective consciousness of the Australian people. In this blog we have highlighted some of the […]

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MyStory Winner 5

Tata Literature Live! MyStory 2015, Winning Entry #3

It was more than two hours past midnight, yet Ramulu was unable to sleep. He has been a small scale farmer and the successively failing monsoon and mounting debts were pulling down his morale. Year after year his hopes were turning into despair and the future was looking bleak for Ramulu. The money lenders were […]

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Tata Literature Live! MyStory 2015, Winning Entry #2

They looked down upon him. All of them. His favourite time of the day was when the Sun stood behind him. He looked down then, at the ground, to see an almighty long shadow of his miniature self. Minutes of pure exhilaration. When they ended, he returned to the world that didn’t care. Tiny feet […]

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MyStory Winner 4

Tata Literature Live! MyStory 2015, Winning Entry #1

Revathy “Amma”, her voice goes as she strides barefoot towards the entrance door. The inkling of her silver anklets still echoing in the silent dark room. Her forehead kissed with a big red moon placed asymmetrically between her brows. Bangles in her hand make subtle noise as she manages to proper her 6 yards’ saree […]

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MyStory Winner 3

Tata Literature Live! MyStory 2015, Winning Entry: The Sari

It is not just worn at weddings, parties and ceremonies It is also worn at a construction site Amidst the cement, sand, gravel Under the ruthless sun Over a parched throat and blistered feet It does not always shimmer in gold brocade and silk It is also torn and tattered With frayed edges, fading colours […]

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