Author Archives: Meha Sharma

About Meha Sharma

Dreamer,Writer,Mother,Fauji wife...all while striving to overcome something called 'Procrastination' :) I dabble in writing and write for @huffpostindia, @womensweb , @mycity4kids. I worked as a Business Analyst in an elite IT firm and as a professor in management colleges. Having earned an MBA degree in Human Resource Management and an MA degree in English Literature, I now pass on my wisdom to management students. To keep my sanity while striving to be a 'decent' mom to my ever inquisitive daughter, I tell myself, what Winnie the Pooh says,"My favourite day is today" :)

The Typewriter #FlashFiction

Kartik was having the time of his life. The waterfall was surreal. As night drew close, he reached the small cottage. Tired, he immediately fell asleep. The ‘tap tap’ sounds woke him up at an unearthly hour. The next day, … Continue reading

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Wanderlust #100WordStory

  “They reached the enchanting vale to find the gurgling waterfall as they soaked in the unadulterated jungle air. She held his hand lovingly”. “Here is your tea mom”. Her daughter’s voice shook Seemita. Pushing her typewriter away she smiled. … Continue reading

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The Newsmaker #100WordStory

Sleep was elusive last night. Groggily she picked up the morning newspaper. And there it was! As she grappled with the enormity of the situation, her phone beeped incessantly. Adorning a blue-coloured sheath dress, she looked at her make-up brush. … Continue reading

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The Palace…

In the hallway, they saw a corridor with several doors leading off it. Everything in the hall was covered in dust, as though no one had touched it for a hundred years. Raghu and Shreya rambled through the decrepit alleys … Continue reading

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The Painting…

Aditi was immersed in the cacophony of colours that lay in front of her forming a glorious gallimaufry of sorts when she got the call. As she returned from her step-father’s funeral, Aditi listlessly stared at the keys which were … Continue reading

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