Sravya Reddy

   "Here's your chance dawg" Ferris held out a pad with the powdered white lines on it. Sam was pretty hesitant and kept staring at it. "One drag", he thought to himself. "One drag and I'll get the contract." It was one drag for Sam to get his dream contract of signing up a band with his record label. He always  worshipped music. For him, music was everything; a shoulder to lean on whilst untangling different dimensions of life, a safe haven without the abusive phases of growing up and most importantly, a ray of hope to cling onto each time his suicidal tendancies made a performance of their own. He was deeply  hesitant about succumbing to the world's ways inorder to fulfill his dreams. Standing one drag away from his goal, he decided to let go of his morale and  strongly convinced himself that this is something his future self will thank him for.          As he knelt down to take his snort of fate, Shasha in the adjacent booth dropped a...

  You thought everything will be fine when you embraced the Boogeyman with an air of finality. You thought you finally got the power you wished for.   The power to have everything in your premises under control. The ability to plan out a prosperous environment in and around you.   But in the midst of all, you ignored, no.. you feigned ignorance to the ugly gropings of the Boogeyman. You decided to turn a blind eye to all of it    so that you could harmlessly get past it. Get past him. But did he let you? He was there all along, right beside you when you decided to start your journey   in the newly acquired kingdom. You still remember the cold shiver that ran down your spine when you realised that he was there, controlling you under   the disguise of guiding you. It was then that you decided to play the game by his rules.       You decided not to beat yourself up for every knot you couldn't untangle. You...

                                                        Endless thoughts on my mind. Just like the zenith.  It's been so long since I've written something that gave me the chills and made the hair at the nape of my neck stand.              How do I capture the story lines that have sprouted while I was exploring different dimensions of life?              Oh what do you know about the intricate process a writer goes through to accurately pen down the struggle of a single             parent, or the thoughts of a teen swimming in the pool of hormones, to reiterate the shades of depression like that of a                     victim's journal or the magic of unravelling the secret of...

   It's not easy to wake up on dot before the ding of the bell. That could either be milk or the maid.               Sleepily walking towards my new day  I stepped on her unfinished lego of Optimus Prime. Damn those things hurt more than a paper cut.               My every morning workout is to press her uniform and straighten the creases of that monster of a pleated skirt. I became so used to it that I'm               sure I can do a mix of salsa and ballet with utmost suave. While I'm busy juggling between the rice cooker, boiling milk, and the sandwich with a              hand towel on my shoulder, my Queen Victoria enters the kitchen harshly rubbing her eyes. "No! Don't do that. It hurts your eyes". But I won't voice              out this immediately because her day ...

 "Do chai!" a man in a crumpled business suit ordered. His dishevelled hair clumsily stuck to his forehead and his eyes discreetly observed the surroundings. He noticed a frail young boy carrying 4 teacups with his fingers dipped in them for support. He was passing the labyrinth of tables deliberately trying not to spill the contents. The irani chai's exquisite aroma wafted across the cafe and tingled the man's nostrils. The cafe was filled with different people fighting their own battles of life just like the man and consciously waiting for their miracles to happen that will magically wash away all their miseries.      He noticed a young couple seated opposite to a stout looking man, who he learnt, is a marriage counsellor trying his magic to stop them from filing for a divorce. Their adjacent table seemed to be tensed as a father is deliberately trying to explain the arduousness of life to his 21 year old son. There was a lonely old man in a corner tabl...

      "You can leave now." A simple make-or-break statement. While it seems as a boon to a patient who succeeded in his treatment sessions, it comes as a bane  to a parent who was asked to surrender their laptop to the Human Resources. While one leaves with a bewitching smile, the other stumbles with a heavy heart  thinking about a promised motorbike to their 21 year old son.         While in one dimension people are harshly falling prey to the recession, in the other there is a 65 year old man who can't open his novelties shop due to a  pandemic. While in one people are madly running around to stock their houses with bread, in the other they're waiting for someone to save them in all ways a  person can be saved.         While in one ICU, a mother is having her last video call with her children, in the other there is a grandmother receiving a bouquet of white daisies for her  ...