Keren Venkaya Poliah
Bio
Stories that are real, that can disturb, that can comfort. I love it when fiction meets reality.
I'm from Mauritius, but currently based in Manchester, so I totally miss my beaches.
Stories (5)
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A Bully
Most primary school buildings looked like blocks of pressed dry cottage cheese with the white and yellow surface ready to peel off at any minute. Blaise’s school was no exception, and he walked in every day among his classmates – those grotesque dwarfs. Perhaps his classmates were better suited to be called zombies since they ran across the playground in torn and mud-spattered shorts, damp shirts with missing buttons sticking to their skin, and blood-stains from having wiped a scraped elbow or knee.
By Keren Venkaya Poliah3 years ago in Fiction
Elleka
Day 14 There weren’t always dragons in the Valley so this gigantic beast weakened my limbs. The beast was confined in a glass cube the size of my two storey house, and the guards presided over an arena four metres above the dragon’s cage. I looked at the sky and could not tell how long I had been brought to this land. I had tried counting the days by memorising the sun’s movements, but all I could see was a black sky from my prison cell. So I write this first entry as day 14, because I've been here for (I guess) two weeks.
By Keren Venkaya Poliah4 years ago in Fiction
How Tantrics make dead bodies walk - Research with facts and explanations included
It happens in India. The dead can live and there are facts to support this claim, however uncanny it may sound. What I am about to tell you changes our whole cultural and societal presentation of death.
By Keren Venkaya Poliah5 years ago in Humans
Hope
The train was overcrowded and I had to sneak to the back. I felt like one of grandmame’s threads weaving through the tight fabric of that red dress she had been knitting for me. I leaned against the cold walls of the train and watched my reflection on the door’s window glass. I looked like a very fat thread in that fabric and I was even larger since I was wearing my backpack in front. I was supporting my backpack like grandmame had to support her huge belly.
By Keren Venkaya Poliah5 years ago in Families
