A Reader’s Journey Through My New Short Story Collection, On the threshold
One of the pleasures of being a writer is discovering what happens to a story after it leaves your hands. We write…
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Indira Gandhi: The Woman in the Open Jeep
I can still picture that day. I was coming back from school when I noticed a crowd gathering along the road.…
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The Bird Who Judges Me
A Black Drongo visits my window quite regularly. A rather confident creature, with a sharp eye, a stylish tilt of the head…
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She Hasn’t Forgotten Her Wings
A black kite rests upon the ground, Wings folded, silent, without a sound. Don’t mistake her for one who has Forgotten the…
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“A camera captures more than an image. It preserves a moment that can remind you of a poem, a verse you may have read somewhere long ago. Whenever I browse through my photographs, I find stories and poems hidden in them. Every creature seems to carry a tale of its own, and every tale has its own rhythm.”
Prerna Jain
