Stories of Sri Mahalakshmi, Her various forms, based on the nāmās found in the Lakshmi Ashtothra Shatanamavali. Some are one shots, some are drabbles, some are micro-fiction. (Slow updates till early September) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

A flute she should not have heard. A world she was never meant to enter. And a man whose smile feels far too familiar. When Arohi Sharma finds herself drawn into the ancient city of Dwarka, she realizes some stories are far more dangerous than legends ever warned. Especially the ones written by destiny itself.

They had already fallen in love. They had already chosen each other. But years of exile, fire, silence and waiting had left marks that even the happiest homecoming couldn't touch. And now - with the war over, the lamps lit, and Ayodhya celebrating - four couples were about to discover something harder than loving each other. Learning how to come back to each other. Because love had survived. Now it was time to live with it.

Everyone knows Krishna. No one truly knows Shyam. Behind the flute, the smile, the Gita - was a man who loved, lost, carried wars and worlds, and still chose to show up. Nineteen stories. Nineteen doors. Nineteen fragments of the most extraordinary life ever lived. The one who was always more real than the stories made him seem. And , Shyam has been waiting a very long time for someone to ask the right questions. Step in.

She loved a flute player.She loved him unconditionally.They were separated by destiny but are still indivisible.Because no force of this universe can separate two souls unified by love. From the banks of Yamuna the essence of their love has crossed oceans exhilarating every soul who believes in their immortal love. This is not just a story but a defination for love-the elixir of life... Copyright©2016

"In every birth, in every form, in every truth, and in every action, I will follow You, Swami. Whether I know I am Harini or not in that form, I will always come with You, wherever and whenever You go. I am meant only for You. How can there be a Hari if Harini is not with Him?" **** Of Kekaya, Bhadra, Krishna and love. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

When grief reaches beyond consolation, when pain burns beyond comfort, when the voices from the past become louder than the beep of time, there comes a point where death becomes the only ray of hope, the only route of escape. But when death is impossible due to the standing of responsibility and virtue, when circumstances force to endure, the heart over time becomes a shell of stone. Tears dry out, the glint in the eyes fades away, and smiles serve only to comfort loved ones. A one shot that describes depression in its profoundest form through the eyes of one of the Ramayana's most prominent characters. Happy reading! :)