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Bala karthiga M

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A long-running corner of the internet where a writer thinks out loud.

Balakarthiga’s Blog

  • STARDUST

    STARDUST

    This story is a part of an anthology.  Buy My Book The Tales and Musings of a Small Town Girl – Click Here.   – Unlike most kids, Akash had a lucid first memory of his Grandpa. He was nine years old when their grandfather first visited him. A very long family feud had kept him away from his… Read more

  • PURPLE CARNATIONS – A SHORT STORY

    PURPLE CARNATIONS – A SHORT STORY

    This story is a part of an anthology.  Buy My Book The Tales and Musings of a Small Town Girl – Click Here.   – December 9, 2013 The haze cleared and she saw the cluster of fine-looking purple carnations hanging from the balcony of her old class room. She parked her car outside the main gate and she… Read more

  • TWO GIRLS ON WHEELS

    Our differences began when we were in preschool.  Aishwarya always chose music, and I was the one who danced and told stories. She liked pink, and I liked white.  She preferred strawberry flavoured dessert and I always went for chocolate. She always wore her hair in elegant long curls, mine was usually pulled back in… Read more

  • Mind Matters

    “You ever  been in a tragic accident?” “Nope.” “Ever been in and out of any life threatening situation?” “Nope.”  “Watched a friend die?” “Nope.” “A childhood without love and care?” “Nope.” “Had a pet that you were made to give up forcibly?” “Nope” “Have you had the pain of not wanting to let go but… Read more

  • It Has To Get Better Than This.

    “Bala, you OK?”, I heard a distant voice. I didn’t want to reply and take the conversation any further. Actually, I couldn’t reply. There was a huge lump in my throat and it was getting heavier. I didn’t like that. It made me feel weak and helpless. I sat there in silence, breathing heavily. It… Read more

  • TO YOU.

     Sometimes, occasionally, very very occasionally, I imagine what it must have been like if you had lived a little longer or least until I was born.  I don’t t even know you even half as much as I should. So I can’t exactly sort out my feelings for you. Is it love? Longing? Disappointment? Anger?… Read more