Book Review: The Tomb of God

Author: Victor Ghoshe In a single word if this awesome book has to be described,...

a little conversation…

Chapter 7 Ria woke up to soft snores. She was cuddled up…someone hugged her. Was...

paparazzi…

Chapter 3 The office wagon-R cruised along the Worli-Bandra sea-link towards a studio in Andheri...

futile trial by fire

(this was 500-word flash fiction, a contest entry on the platform, Penmancy. The theme...

the plot unfolds….

Chapter 17 He gripped her shoulders. “YES… I lost it. I lost everything… just everything…...

Hello, I am Priya Nayak-Gole.

This website is built with the sole aim of bringing together all my work under one roof. It contains full-length 'novels', Short stories, including Minitales and poetries.

I love to read and review books as well so do check out the Book review section. Last but not the least, most of my work often includes disability and mental health awareness. Check out the segment 'Clinicologues'

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Devi Doesn’t Write in English…

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The Raaga of Return

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#triggeralert #suicidealert Chapter 11 At fourteen years of age, Shiv knew about the birds and...

the backstabber…

Chapter 35 Ramanrao paced the drawing-room, still having the lingering traces of the snacks Uma...

Keshav worried…

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Mirror mirror on the wall….

The mirror is my best friend because when I cry it never laughs. -Charlie Chaplin “Amma…?” Shalini...

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Five years ago The rains lashed the terrain surrounded by the dark Western ghats of...

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