The Wandering SHErmit
Some twenty years ago I lived in a small town called ‘Mandi’. It is a quiet and lesser knows towns in the picturesque state of Himachal Pradesh. The city is
The National Capital City of Delhi was in a state of shock. There were six murders in different parts of the city, each seemingly with no connection to the other.
My father wanted a son, someone who could be the King of Mithila when the time comes. Yet when I was born, he couldnt be more proud. Sage Narada had
No, this is not an article about God. No, this is not a spoof on God. And yes, the title was meant to be read like ‘Finding Nemo’ or ‘Finding
Sound as grand as it might a rain is not always a delight slippery and clogged is how it leaves the roads jams and chokes everywhere, the city is not
Its 4 am in the morning and Abhijeet is still working on his laptop. He hadnt slept the whole night but was checking Police Reports about a case. However he
Daya is in his home.. humming and then the bell rings… he goes and opens the door and there is a boy. Daya – “ji?” Boy – “aap CID inspector
Scene 1 We are in a water park where all water swings are there and stuff… people have come here for picnic and they are enjoying rides and everything. There
“Namarata… ” I heard him call… All I could see was a hand coming towards me from the darkness… It was his hand.. I could tell anyday… even if he
Dhiren could not understand why any woman would have hundreds of her own photographs scattered throughout her home, furniture toppled chaotically, and spots of multicolored paint staining everything in sight.

Welcome to my blog
My name is Shruti Joshi and writing is my passion. I believe words have a magic of their own – they can transport you to places you have never been to, make you experience emotions beyond your imagination and give you memories that you cherish forever.
I am here to share some of that magic with you!