Sreela SrinivasanThe Mute StringsLeaves ruffled, cars sped by, a dusty wind tickled the sequinned curves of a party dress left to dry. Birds chirped from the bushes nearby…Jul 26, 20211Jul 26, 20211
Sreela SrinivasanHopeThe sky bore dark patches of big black clouds. Tiny cracks in the monotonous emulsion up above spilled out heavenly light. As the alley…Sep 3, 2018Sep 3, 2018
Sreela SrinivasanThe Other Woman“It stuttered in its stance, it shuddered in the cold, it sprung up — bold, head held high — paused for a moment and slowly, gracefully…Jun 26, 2018Jun 26, 2018
Sreela SrinivasanOf life, of people and a cloth presserPersistence is one phenomenon which has been crushed and dissolved in the flesh, bone and blood of those the world call a success…Jun 22, 20177Jun 22, 20177