Chaitra Ramaiah

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The haunted ...” by Chaitra Ramaiah

Submitted to Contest #275

The doctor and his assistant rode their horses until they reached a forest patch. "This must be the forest, that the guy mentioned?", the doctor casually asked his assistant. Since it was difficult to lead the horses through the dense, impermeable thickets, they fed the tired animals, replenished their water, and tied them to a tree. He was the only doctor practicing in this town and the only one available for miles in this rural part of India. Patients from nearby and far-off places would travel long distances to seek hi...

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“When you are name-shamed!!” by Chaitra Ramaiah

Well, indeed, one’s christening, however exuberant it might sound doesn’t divulge anything about an individual other than a mere identity. Many people with lurid-sounding names may be of the nondescript types while many nomenclatural unglamorous individuals could be of the precocious type. Some could be the exact reverse of the above. Yes, we find a cornucopia of all types. True, a name doesn’t tell much about a person. But it can be rather ridiculing!! Take my name, for instance. It is “Chaitra”!! Say my name in front of a stranger, an...

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“Estranged” by Chaitra Ramaiah

Submitted to Contest #70

"Honey, I am ready, let's go" exclaimed his wife as she descended the broad stairs of the big mansion. Her makeup, the black colored saree (saree is a typical dress worn by Indian women) she wore along with the glimmering jewels, enhanced her pulchritude. Sure, she was comely. Her husband did not seem to hear or notice her. She carefully stepped down from the stairs of their prodigious bungalow and playfully wrapped her arms around the neck of her husband, who seemed riveted to his laptop. That day was the young couple's anniversary, and her...

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“The quagmire” by Chaitra Ramaiah

Submitted to Contest #69

My friend stared into the night sky with an empty gaze. His heart was like an empty vessel that could never be satiated. He felt he was sinking slowly into a self-made quagmire. Deep in his heart, he knew he was not happy. This was just one of the many nights he would stay awake late into the night. He feared he was becoming insomniac. He was a good looking guy with a confident stature and was successful as modern society would put it. Success is an individualistic term, but as far as society is concerned, success tantamounts to ...

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