Juhi Garg

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“To hell with it” by Juhi Garg

Submitted to Contest #55

Disclaimer: this is a satirical account involving two most hated figures of history. It does not intend to humanise or dehumanise anyone. It doesn’t intend to trivialise the trauma of world war 2 or the holocaust. It is solely intended for entertainment purpose. Please be patient and understand the intention of the author. I apologise if it stirs up past memories. Happy reading. To hell with it. 30th April...

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“To hell with it. ” by Juhi Garg

disclaimer: this is a satire involving two of the most hated figures in history. This is not an attempt to humanise or dehumanise anyone. This is not to trivialise the trauma of world war 2 or the holocaust. The intention here is solely for entertainment. This is not intended to offend anyone based on race, religion or region. please be patient and understand the intentions of author. I apologise if the attempt is immature and stirs up past memories. Happy reading. &nbsp...

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“The atonement” by Juhi Garg

Submitted to Contest #54

Sukhlal stared at the cracked ceiling, as he lay motionless in his bed. The sunlight percolated and created a linear luminescent spot on his mattress. It was a hot sunny day, but the inside of his house, were comfortable. The thatched roof provided a soothing aplomb within the structure. The floor was washed daily before morning prayer, as was done in most households of the village. The floral incense burnt in the corner, maintained a calming serenity in the small house.Jayanti, his wife maintained the house with utmost dedication. She ensur...

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“Another day in the heatwave ” by Juhi Garg

Submitted to Contest #53

It was in the middle of a deserted street, in the Hindi heartlands of India, Nandu wiped the sweat off his sunburnt face. The forehead lines deepened, as he pulled the cart full of bricks, across a gentle slope of the road. He had to pause and take a swig from his flask of, now boiling water, to keep himself from fainting. The drops of sweat falling on the street, were immediately evaporated from the scorching sun. He swore he could hear the steam rising off the ground. Nandu, as the only bread winner of the house, had a tough job. He ...

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writes imaginary reality.