Meet me at Bookaroo Pune 2015

We’re just days away from Bookaroo’s 2nd edition in Pune! India’s biggest children’s literature festival returns to this historical city on Jan 31 and Feb 1, 2015. The Pune leg of this popular event has been organized in association with Sakal Media Group and will be held at Pandit Farms. The event will be graced by authors, illustrators, poets, and storytellers from all around the world. And guess what? I’m going to be there. So

The Great Sceadu Giveaway

The Great Sceadu Giveaway is here! Sceadu is a thrilling adventure by Crossword Book Awards finalist Prashant Pinge which combines elements of psychology, mythology, and fantasy. How to Enter the Great Sceadu Giveaway Login to this Rafflecopter powered giveaway (see below) with Facebook or using your email. Timelines The giveaway runs from Dec 1 - 21, 2014. The Prizes 10 $10 Amazon Gift Cards 15 e-copies of Sceadu (available in EPUB, MOBI, PDF) Please read

Which Fantasy Creature Are You?

“Sceadu is such a worthwhile and invigorating read that it is quite likely to spawn a cult following, who will soon be asking for more stories in the same vein.” - Lois Henderson, BookPleasures Powered by Interact Sceadu All this while, Matilda's shadow had been growing larger and larger. Suddenly, it lunged out of the ground and swallowed her, like a python does its unsuspecting prey. Nine year old Matilda ends up with a century

The inspiration behind Sceadu

Sceadu is the old English term for shadow. So, in one word, the answer would be the shadow, or more accurately, the human shadow. However, it is not the grey shape that inspires me. It is what that shape represents. But first, let's look at how a shadow is formed. In physics, it is formed when an object blocks light. So a shadow cannot take shape without light. At the same time, the very aspect

Monica’s Third Tooth

A shudder had run through Tooth Fairy Land. News had just reached that little Monica had lost her third tooth. And no one wanted to go and fetch it. Well, almost no one. ‘What a bunch of pansies!’ smirked Pippin, the boastful Tooth Fairy. ‘Afraid of a little girl. I’ll go and get it. My sure shot formula never fails.’ ‘But she’s a monster,’ gasped Tipkin, dropping his clove cookie. ‘Gherkin was sent for her

The Great Sceadu Photo Contest

Sceadu was inspired by the human shadow, that grey supposed docile shape that is always by our side. The idea behind this contest is to give centre stage to shadows. All you have to do is click an interesting photo of any shadow, human, other life form, or any other object and submit it via the form below. And if you can send a caption along with it, all the better. But mind you, if its the

Furball’s Midnight Snack

Furball couldn’t believe his eyes. An entire mountain of tuna was staring down at him invitingly. But just as he was about to sink his teeth into the soft pink flesh, Big Louis, the fat ginger-coloured cat from down the road walked out from the other side. “You’re in my territory,” hissed Furball, arching his back. His hair had instantly jumped up at the mere sight of his sworn enemy. Big Louis glared back and

Metamorphosis

Momentary inner harmony. Shattered by the sensory. Unfortunate first experience. Relegated to the depths of the unconscious. Only the knowledge of its existence. Never again to experience. The struggle has begun.   Traces of innocence. A yearning for nothingness. Interrupted by a cacophony of prejudice. And reason, judgment, opinion. A lost battle. Only the yearning remains. The shackles take form.   Trapped in a mirage. A superficial presence. Chasing other’s dreams. Blinded by selfish ambitions.

Priyanka’s Missing Tooth

Ting tong. “Piyu, please get the door,” shouted Mummy. Little Priyanka jumped off the couch. She somehow balanced the tub of strawberry ice-cream and ran to the door. “Hi Suchi Mausi,” she mumbled, pushing a large dollop into her mouth. “Piyu, why are you eating ice-cream in this cold weather?” Priyanka opened her mouth and giggled. There was a glaring black hole, smack in the middle of the top row of her teeth. “Oh, you

Santa’s Last Stand

The fat man scrunched his grizzly white beard. “If I may speak…” he started. The Honourable Judge Barbara Bluth sternly interjected. “No, you may not.” “…but I only have tonight to deliver…” “Another peep and you’re heading to the slammer. It’s bad enough I have to be here on Christmas Eve.” “…but you don’t have jurisdiction…” “You were subpoenaed in New York, Mr. Klaus, not the North Pole.” An instant murmur travelled around the gallery.