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She looked at the cradle with empty eyes and a heavy heart. That was where she had made him sleep every night. A year had passed, but his memory remained fresh, as if his little feet were still running around her. She glanced around the room, where she had kept every piece of clothing and every toy that belonged to him, all intact, as if he would return at any moment. In the corner lay his favourite toy, the one he used to play with all the time. She remembered how fondly he would pick up the two sticks and gently touch the colourful chords—pink, blue, green, yellow. As time passed, his soft touches would gain speed, and the final strikes would come down almost like blows to the chords. He giggled playfully, and she joined in his laughter. Now, she touched the toy and gently picked up the sticks, striking one of the blue chords. A sweet, tinkling sound emerged. She repeated it once, then again, and soon she was playing it. Suddenly, she could hear giggles nearby. As she continued to st...

He was crawling in search of food. Every rib in his frail body was visible, protruding from beneath his skin. He was devoid of any clothing. Unable to withstand the hunger and heat, he paused for a moment. The vultures were waiting nearby, ensuring that their search for food would soon come to an end. His tiny body was brought ashore, as if a gift from the ocean—a stark reminder to humanity of what it is losing in its constant hunger for power. Before his existence could be completely erased from this world, his teary eyes and innocent words warned us that this was only the beginning of the end: “I am gonna tell God everything.” Isn’t that enough? This post is a part of  BlogchatterA2Z Challenge 2026  

I enjoy reading horror stories, and a few have given me sleepless nights.  This post will highlight my top two horror stories that I often revisit. 1. The Horla: I have read the translated English version of "Le Horla," which was originally written by Guy de Maupassant. It is one of his most celebrated short stories, and for me, it is the best horror story I have ever read. The meaning of "Horla" is "Outsider." The narrative explores the protagonist's deteriorating mental state, who feels as though he is being overtaken by an unseen presence. The story is presented in the format of a personal journal, and the gradual decline in the narrator's mental health is haunting. The first-person narration gives it a compelling edge over more traditional narratives. The use of "I" allows readers to fully immerse themselves in the narrator's experience.  What's most striking is that the narrator's decline is not steady; at times, he find...

She wore a pink chiffon saree, flaunting a milky-white handbag and a pair of matching white peep-toe kitten heels, exuding a magnetic aura wherever she went. The air around her was filled with a delicate floral fragrance. Pink pearl earrings and a pendant added a touch of elegance to her outfit, making her look like a million dollars. She was well aware of the admiring glances directed her way. Used to the attention, she found it enjoyable. This was her daily routine; today she wore a saree, and tomorrow she would don formal attire, yet she would attract the same level of attention. That was simply who she was—a centre of attraction and a crowd puller—and she was unapologetic about it. This post is a part of  BlogchatterA2Z Challenge 2026

The boutique was renowned for catering to a selective clientele. Its luxury interiors were adorned in shades of ivory and gold. At the centre of the room hung an exquisite chandelier from the ceiling. Below it, a mirror on the floor reflected a second chandelier. Each day, the colour theme was changed, and today it featured beige and gold. All items displayed for sale were either beige or gold. Fresh red roses were arranged in golden vases near the Accounts section. Two sales associates stood ready to welcome customers, dressed in body-hugging ivory tunics, gelled ponytails, and crimson lipstick. Today’s beige and gold collection had been selected from the New York Fashion Show, and the store manager was anticipating visits from a few celebrities. A woman entered the store, dressed in plain clothing and looking nervous. She certainly didn’t appear to be someone who could afford designer clothing. One of the associates greeted her and offered assistance. Slightly trembling, the woman ha...

  “Hey, what’s up?” His voice was curious and excited as always. Before she could reply, he continued, “Are you getting bored? Why don’t you watch a movie? There’s a good thriller web series on Netflix. Have you watched it? I’m sure you haven’t. Oh, and don’t go out in this heat. Make sure to drink plenty of water. You don’t have to go to the gym every day; practising yoga at home is a great alternative. I’ve been doing that too.” He paused to take a breath and then realized she had disconnected the call. He dialled another number. “Hey Ronit, how are you, dude? I hope I’m not disturbing you. I know I’m not! Let’s chat for a while. Isn’t it too hot these days? I thought about stopping by your place today, but after seeing the weather outside, I decided against it. What can I say? My skin is too sensitive, and I get tanned easily. How about you? Are you okay with tanning, or…” Suddenly, a gentle push from behind interrupted him. He turned around to see Ronit standing there, holding ...