Suma Jayachandar

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“The Homes We Come To” by Suma Jayachandar

2024 AD. The van that had picked us up from the rehabilitation centre stops at a ridge. Dense, dark greenery fills our vision. We are home! finally. To be honest, I never knew much about my ancestral home. In fact, even my mother or father did not grow up here. They too grew up in their adopted country, mingling with others who had arrived from similar backgrounds. They had limited access to the woods, just so tha...

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“Imperfectly Perfect” by Suma Jayachandar

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Kalyani who was not so little, she was thirteen. She moved with her parents from one place to another every 3 years. She had loved this routine when she was little, now she hated it. Anyway, Idlapur was where she was going to spend her next three years.Idlapur was a small town. Like any other respectable small town, it had a town square. The square had a clock tower. The hands of the clock were still at 11:00 hours for a few months now.The square was at the centre of not four but six ...

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“The Dark Lord” by Suma Jayachandar

The Yamuna gurgled under the moon. Crickets chirped in a rhythm. The dark leaves of the tree didn’t dare to breathe. The young maiden who was sitting under it had just then fallen asleep. She had been spending most of her time under it for the past few days. She looked forlorn. She talked to herself at times, cried and smiled in a way the heartbroken do. Other girls, her friends came to her many times and tried to...

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“Bobby's Day Out” by Suma Jayachandar

“Daddy look! the sleeping man… his ears are out now!” little Bobby pointed to the maroon-coloured new leaves that had barely made their appearance from the skeletal bush of Crepe-Myrtle. Chris moved closer and smiled. “Yup, we will see the pink flowers blooming soon enough,” he said trying to match the excitement of his 6-year-old son. It was a bright Sunday morning and both of them were in their house garden. Aft...

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“Starlit City” by Suma Jayachandar

That’s the thing about this city… It can change itself into different worlds for different people. It can line up pull carts with all kinds of greens, purples, oranges, reds, whites and the colours in between for the buzzing evening crowds dragging their feet after the day’s work. It can offer them the pleasure of pinching, squeezing, smelling and haggling before they carry some greens or reds and ask their wives ...

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Author bio

Wanderer. Seeker. Teacher. Writer