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Sudhakar Majety

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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Second verse of the river

Sudhakar Majety

Submitted to Contest #313

The sun, a slow-burning ember, crested the jagged peaks of the Guardian Mountains, casting long, purple shadows across the valley. Below, the village of Oakhaven stirred, not with the hurried clatter of industry, but with a quiet, purposeful reverence. Today was the Day of the Vespera, a tradition as old as the village itself, a moment to honor the great river that was their lifeblood.Just as the villagers began to gather, a small group watched as Elara and Joric stood before a freshly tilled field. Joric held a hand-carved plow, a tool pass...

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Where silence speaks the truth

Sudhakar Majety

Submitted to Contest #313

A Shared Resonance The way the light catches the dust motes in the afternoon sun," Elara mused, gazing out at the quiet garden. "It's so ephemeral, isn't it? A momentary dance, and then gone."Kael, stirring his tea slowly, nodded. "Like everything, perhaps. We ascribe such weight to these transient forms, don't we? These intricate patterns we weave with our perceptions.""Indeed. The elaborate structures we build, both physical and emotional," Elara continued, her voice soft but resonant. "The fierce grip we maintain on what we believe to be ...

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Grand conspiracy of the senses

Sudhakar Majety

Submitted to Contest #313

The low, persistent hum of the bookstore’s ancient air conditioner was usually just background noise, a white-noise blanket for the rustle of turning pages. But today, combined with the faint, sweet scent of aging paper and dust – a smell she usually found comforting – it acted like a stubborn, insistent alarm bell. Ding! Memory triggered! Seeta believed the human mind was a terrible archivist. It was sloppy, sentimental, and had a flair for the dramatic, pulling dusty, mislabeled boxes from the highest shelves at the most inopportune times....

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Moment Sculptors

Sudhakar Majety

Submitted to Contest #303

Manyu stepped out of the yoga studio, the lingering scent of sandalwood and sweat clinging to his clothes. He tucked his yoga mat under one arm, the cool metal of his water bottle in the other. The familiar post-workout hunger gnawed at his stomach. As he walked toward his car, the bright, inviting storefront of Flower Child beckoned. Its facade, a blend of warm wood and large, sun-drenched windows, hinted at the vibrant, healthy fare within. He recalled the Buckhead location's reputation for fresh, locally sourced ingredients and decided a ...

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Lost on a jarred ear

Sudhakar Majety

Submitted to Contest #302

Airbase in Assam - Rakesh and Maya (Evening)The fluorescent lights of the officers' common room cast long shadows as dusk settled over the Assam airbase. Rakesh sat on the edge of an armchair, the silence from his family a tangible weight. Maya entered quietly, carrying two mugs of tea. She offered one to Rakesh, her eyes filled with a gentle concern."Still nothing?" she asked softly.Rakesh shook his head, the weariness evident in the lines around his eyes. "Tried again. Parents, Nilesh… just silence."Maya sat beside him, the warmth of her p...

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Mind Echoes

Sudhakar Majety

Submitted to Contest #302

The low hum of the suburban party pressed against him, a discordant note in the usually silent symphony of his meticulously ordered life. He clutched the plastic cup, the condensation cool against his clammy palm, and watched the easy camaraderie unfolding around him."Glad you could make it, Finch," Ben said, his smile radiating a warmth that felt almost… manufactured.Finch offered a curt nod, his gaze flicking past Ben to the crowded living room. So much unnecessary social lubrication, he thought, a familiar tightness settling in his chest....

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Third Eye Roll

Sudhakar Majety

Submitted to Contest #301

THIRD EYE ROLL The stolen naloxone vials burned against Taala's thigh as she crouched behind Rez Clinic's dumpster. The smell of roasted piñon nuts from Old Man Yazzie's stand mixed with antiseptic. Six vials left—three for Kelsey, three for the next kid who'd OD behind the chapter house.A memory flashed: Taala at eight, grinding blue corn with Mom while the BIA notice flapped on their trailer. "Tsé nináháádzá," Mom muttered, shoving ch'íłchin into her hand. "Take the sour with the sweet.""Miss Brown." BIA Agent Wilcox's fake turquoise bolo...

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Echoes on the Hill

Sudhakar Majety

Echoes on the HillThe reconstructed log shelters at Valley Forge National Park stand as silent testaments to a pivotal moment in American history. Liam and Anya wander through the small, sturdy structures, their voices hushed with a shared sense of reverence."Can you imagine enduring a winter in one of these?" Anya murmurs, her fingers tracing the rough chinks of wood. "The biting cold, the dampness seeping into your bones… it's almost beyond comprehension."Liam nods, his gaze distant, as if peering into the past. "It speaks to an incredible...

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THAT

Sudhakar Majety

Submitted to Contest #294

Subject: Well, I Did a Dumb ThingHey Sarah,So, I got a traffic ticket last week. Yeah, I know—classic Ethan move. I was rushing to work and didn’t notice the speed limit change. Long story short, I’m now the proud recipient of 10 hours of community service.The worst part? I have to spend those hours visiting elderly patients at a hospice place called Arcturus. I mean, I’m all for helping people, but I’m not exactly the “chatty with strangers” type, as you know. Wish me luck—I’m going to need it.Anyway, how’s life on your end? Tell the kids I...

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