The Idea-smithy

A park separates them. If it can be called a park, that is. A grassy patch chequered with muddy patches, that turn into puddles in the monsoon. The dogs like it anyhow. They keep him awake at night with their barking. Nobody seems to care at 2 in the a.m. One such night is filled [...]

This is for Dee, the editor I’d like to have, who quite literally showed me the way. ~O~O~O~O~O~ Where do stories come from? she wondered. Her editor had told her that her writing had a quality of finesse in it. But, he said, the spark was missing. She wanted to protest, it had been such [...]