Oct 21, 2020The night I fell in loveI held a beer can and a cigarette dangled from my lips. A hundred eyes pried, passing me by. Wait, what was I doing? I hate beer, have always. And a cigarette, please! I couldn’t even light it until a stranger came to my rescue with a rueful smile. …Self Love2 min readSelf Love2 min read
Feb 7, 2020New city, country and continent..but same old me!?! Ermm.. I am a woman of few words… I have a verbal diarrhea only when I am writing or I am with close friends. So, brace yourselves! 2019 has been one of a kind. I run a small content boutique, creating brand stories by the day…Content Marketing2 min readContent Marketing2 min read
Published inLiterally Literary·Feb 21, 2019Shark TeethBy- Shreya Parashar I settled into my chair, looking at appointments for the day when someone knocked frantically. “Mr. Singh? But Shasha’s appointment is in…” I gulped my words as another man followed him, carrying Neha in his arms. Neha is Shasha’s younger sister, whom I met yesterday, very briefly…Dentistry4 min readDentistry4 min read
Published inLit Up·May 22, 2018The Best Brother/ The Worst Brother“Lit Up — May’s Prompt: Nostalgia” — He stood out as if from another time; square peg in a round hole. No one went unnoticed from my newsstand at the city square. He would buy a newspaper and sit with his coffee, the old school way. His parched lips and scaly skin that could not remember what…Short Story6 min readShort Story6 min read
Published inThe Creative Cafe·Mar 28, 2018SCARREDCollaboratively written with: Amy Chai, Michael Riley, Gunjan Karun, Luciano Aldana II, and Jake “There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.” — Jack Kerouac “So what do you do when you have nowhere to go? …Fiction4 min readFiction4 min read
Published inP.S. I Love You·Feb 9, 2018Touch Me Not!By: Shreya Parashar Dear Mom, I know that you are already rolling your eyes at the salutation. Dear, darling, sweetheart etc. have never been your vocabulary. But this piece of missive is from me to you. And I want you to hear me out… Mom, you have inculcated some lifelong…Love4 min readLove4 min read
Published inThe Creative Cafe·Jan 24, 2018Let’s Begin?By: Shreya Parashar In the end, what really matters? That you lived, but for others! Why don’t you start again? Yeah the clichéd, let’s begin But begin like you mean it Live like you own it. You have dwelled enough There is no right way And your way is not wrong. So drop that garb And jump over the barb That holds captive your dreams And tells you not to take a leap Shed that old skin Of the chores that became YouPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inLit Up·Jan 24, 2018Paw PrintLit Up — January’s Prompt: Things We Left Behind — By: Shreya Parashar I am listening to Shigeru’s In the mood for love when it starts drizzling. The petrichor emanating and blending with the music tows me towards my childhood. In the abandoned garden. The derelict Victorian mansion. The ornate wrought-iron gate. Frangipanis and bougainvillea. The cross. I grew up…Short Story4 min readShort Story4 min read
Published inThe Creative Cafe·Jan 17, 2018BrouhahaBy: Shreya Parashar Intro: Brouhaha is a story about the fuss and hullabaloo that goes in a girl’s mind who is out on roads in her pyjamas. Pyjama, pajama or PJs are a gender- neutral pair of loose trousers tied by a drawstring around the waist and are usually worn…Short Story3 min readShort Story3 min read
Published inLit Up·Jan 14, 2018TO DO or not to do…By: Shreya Parashar Like everyday, I am flying and brooding; I get profound when I fly. I am TO DO, not to be done, it’s my name. I am an ordinary pigeon with various shades of grey. Honestly speaking, I am an outcast amongst my folks because I showed my…Birds3 min readBirds3 min read
