Anupama Iyer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“The most embarrassing couple of the evening” by Anupama Iyer

Submitted to Contest #100

“For the last time, Ryan, stop moving the plate! It was perfect just where it was two seconds ago,” Misha said.“Okay, okay,” Ryan said, taking two deep breaths, “I’m just over-thinking this, right?”Misha looked at him softly, thinking about the last time she heard him ask this question, which was just about ten minutes ago.“Probably, yes. But if I was the one constructing a fancy-fancy dinner from scratch for my boss, well, I would have been way worse than you are right now,” she said.Ryan sighed. He gave the table a quick glance, and saw th...

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“A morning to remember” by Anupama Iyer

Submitted to Contest #99

“Ah. These bulbs are replaced. But you need to change the compressors in the bedrooms soon, Miss Thomas. Otherwise you won’t be able to bear the heat this summer,” the maintenance man said, as he packed his things and shut his suitcase. “I’ll send over a guy tomorrow at ten in the morning, if that’s okay with you?”“No problem, Mr. Evans. Here’s your check for this quarter,” she handed over a check to him.Mr. Evans said his good-byes and Hanna Thomas was left alone by the kitchen counter. She looked up at the bright, shiny kitchen lights and ...

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“A Window of Advice” by Anupama Iyer

Submitted to Contest #97

The smell of fresh coffee wafted its way into Netra’s nostrils as she took her side by the window. The climate was scenic. Downpour had started early in the evening, and since then, it didn’t stop for a minute or two. She had made two ramen bowls—one each for her and her roommate, Esha. They had eaten till their stomachs felt full. Esha had refused to drink coffee that night for fear of staying awake till late. However, Netra could still hear feeble typing sounds from Esha’s room, and tried not to laugh too loud at her roommate. She could ...

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“Catch me if you can” by Anupama Iyer

Submitted to Contest #50

The man in the bandaged arm sat quietly at the back of the cafe, as a harmless fly to anybody. As he sipped on his coffee from the cup in his right hand, he turned the page of the newspaper he was using as a cover; to hide from the unfortunately smart and alert police officer in front of him. The young officer’s eyes never left him, although at first glance, nobody would’ve guessed that she was keeping an eye on him. She ate her vanilla cupcake albeit without any frosting, and gulped down what remained in the cup of coffee. She had to mak...

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“The Gatekeeper's Offer” by Anupama Iyer

Submitted to Contest #49

The click of heels could be heard through the long and quiet platform. Arya couldn’t remember what happened the previous night. There were mild blurs of a beeping monitor, and some tensed faces who had masks over their mouths. At present, it was fifteen minutes past three, and naturally the station had only a select few people scattered away. Arya dragged her mid sized suitcase along with her to the dingy waiting room, which had two tube-lights covering the entire room, giving just enough light to know if somebody entered or left. She loo...

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“You've Got Mail” by Anupama Iyer

Submitted to Contest #47

The temperature of the room is quite low, as it has been raining since the previous afternoon. You stretch your arms as you sit up on the bed when the alarm goes off. A thought about how you used to be the last one to wake up when you were younger crosses your mind, as you get up to begin the day. The rattle-tattle of the rain on the roof of your building and on the windows makes you feel calm; so does the cup of coffee which you take with yourself to the balcony. You feel thankful for covering up the balcony from above, or else you wouldn...

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“The Big Reveal” by Anupama Iyer

Submitted to Contest #36

Dear Diary,   Do you remember the 1st of January? I had made a resolution that I would tell you about each one of my days, in as much detail as possible. Some days I wrote to you, and on others I kept to myself. Tonight, we are going to have a talk.    It’s sometime past midnight right now. I did what I do every night-a glass of milk, my kindle and a huge blanket. But nothing worked. I remember the times my eyelids used to droop down with exhaustion and I would be asleep in no time. But now, it doesn’t happen th...

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Author bio

I have a passion for writing about worlds and people you wouldn't have come across. That said, my imagination is pretty wild and most of my plots come from those 2-4 AM dreams and my irregular habit of writing a journal. Most important of all though, is to have fun in whatever you're writing. If you're not having fun writing, quite possible it wouldn't be fun to read, isn't it?