Pranav Nalam

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2022

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“A Burden Unbearable” by Pranav Nalam

Submitted to Contest #210

The young boy sat with his head against the cold window. The pitter-patter of the pouring rain fostered a wondrous curiosity within him, evidenced by the glimmering shine in his eyes. But he sat looking at the boy. Sunken-faced, the wrinkles around his once boyish cheeks growing more furrowed, he sat on his chair with his unwavering gaze set on the boy. Benumbed by his frightening contemplation, he sat staring at the boy, worried for the world he was to leave that innocent soul. For he knew, that while the boy simply heard the patter of the ...

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“Lost Love” by Pranav Nalam

Mistakes have consequences, and they shouldn’t. If making a mistake is detrimental to one’s fortunes, then nature should have eradicated the wretched trait from man’s complexities. But, simple observation informs us that mistakes do in fact have consequences, dire ones at that. And when all you have to lose is your footing in an unapologetically extravagant society that places more value in vanity, any small display of weakness is a mistake. I sat in the parlor among guests of exalted ranks and stations, visibly strained with obstreperous tr...

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“Desire Deprived Destroyed” by Pranav Nalam

Submitted to Contest #155

The power of routine is often underappreciated. The influence of predictability on one's life can be mighty. I found myself a victim to the overlord named habit that particular day when I woke up, got dressed in my business best, and sat in my car scratching my head as flashes of forgetfulness made me immobile. As I placed my hands on the steering wheel in repose, I finally remembered - I was unemployed. I hadn’t fully digested yet the impact my firing from my place of employment would have on my life. Suddenly I was the useless one aro...

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“Mistaken Names and Mistaken Faces” by Pranav Nalam

Submitted to Contest #154

This story is set in India. We are running out of time, yelled out Ajmal as he peered up at the balcony of his friend's apartment. If Kamal’s tardiness was one headache, the more painful matter was his contemplation on whether to turn the engine off or not. Chances are Kamal will walk down the stairs as soon as he turns the engine off, but if he doesn’t shut it down now it might just give up for good. The poor thing was thirty years old and it was very common for someone to mistake the old engine for someone coughing intensely. “You a...

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Novice writer trying to get better. Any criticism is welcome. Just be kind.