Shanthini Singam

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Manipulated” by Shanthini Singam

‘Please don’t do it! Please Antara. Are you out of your mind? Aunt Molly will destroy the world if she found out that you rid her of her favourite cat!’‘She will never find out.’ Antara looked at Reena with an evil smile.‘It’s Aunt Molly. She knew everything that happened in this neighbourhood, and she would find out!’Reena looked at the Brown tabby Persian cat that lay by the couch. It licked its paws and paused to look at the two girls from time to time.‘It looks like it knows what we are up to. Just look at it! It’s possessed by some evil...

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“Two's a company?” by Shanthini Singam

“Oh my God, her mango leaves are hanging over our wall!” “It’s just one twig, Rani, why do you need to make such a big fuss now?” “One twig is still an invasion of my privacy. She must cut it off now or I will do it!” “Amma, when is your war with Aunty Saras ever going to end. You have hated each other since that mango tree was a small potted plant. Even I have grown up and go to college now. You have got to stop this!” Said Rani’s middle-child Archana. “Oh, why must I stop it when she does not. I heard her talking to her helper th...

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“The Urn - A Conclusion” by Shanthini Singam

The lights flickered. The chair rocked back and forth and stopped abruptly.Mrs Chong looked at the chair. She held her Jade pendant. I know what is happening here.“Riu, please call Hui Yuan now. I need to speak to him. Only a medium can handle this.”Riu rushed over and handed Mrs Chong the telephone. “I sense something in the house. I need you to talk to it.”“I am busy today.”“No, come now.”“Mama, why do we need to do this?” Asked Alex who was seated on the couch.“What do you mean by why?” “He knows something, and he is n...

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“Love, Chapatis and Kheema” by Shanthini Singam

Submitted to Contest #100

“Viji come and have your dinner before it becomes cold.” Mrs Usha called out to her only daughter. Mrs Usha was a widow in her early 50s. Her husband Mr Samy died in a tragic accident over a year ago. Their only child, Viji, lived with her.The petite girl in her late 20s walked over to the kitchen and joined her mother at the foldable white dining table. There were three chairs at the table and three sets of stainless-steel plates and cups.“You should wipe your hair dry after shower Viji or you would catch a cold. Why don’t you just cut it a...

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“The Urn 2” by Shanthini Singam

The white fabric couch was adorned with colourful throw pillows covered with silk and floral embroideries. Mrs Chong’s rocking chair faced the couch separated by an oval Ming rug on the floor. An antique coffee table was next to the rocking chair. Mrs Chong often turned on the mid-century floral China lamp on it when she was reading. Her favourite Travelers by Fan Kuan hung on the wall behind the rocking chair. Mrs Chong would personally dust it daily. That evening, she waited patiently for her grandchildren. She sta...

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“The Urn” by Shanthini Singam

Submitted to Contest #98

It was six in the evening. The weather was perfectly pleasant at 17 degrees. Sixteen-year-old Raymond Chong wore a black jumper and sat at the dining table with his paternal grandmother, Mrs Chong and his two cousins, Chengfang and Chengli. They were staying over for the weekend as their parents travelled for work. The very poised elderly lady in her 60’s was dressed in a pair of beige Samfoo with gold embroideries and rolled up her gray hair into a neat Chinese bun. She wore a thick gold bracelet on her left wrist and ...

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Author bio

Writing keeps me focused and creative. I learn as I write and it takes me to some faraway land where I enjoy some me-time to pen my thought, my feelings, and most importantly my experiences and observations. I am a working mother of two, I love what I do and I am grateful for all that I have in my life. I pursued writing because it was one passion that I truly swept aside because of priorities and a lack of confidence. I am now very pleased to be part of this journey with many other exemplary writers I could learn from. I started writing to challenge myself. I am now able to turn every experience into a storyline that can touch many lives.