Poonam Desai
Bio
PD likes to weave stories for all ages. She dabbles in poetry more to express her thoughts. She can romance a horror story or thrill you with a plot twist with equal ease. Being a fiction writer is her second life.
Stories (2)
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The Lost Mind
I stand by the door, staring at Reema Aunty taking care of my Dadi**. Dadi can’t bathe herself anymore, Reema Aunty bathes her. Right now, she is combing Dadi’s hair, her once beautiful long hair is now short and full of white strands. Dadi peeps over and smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
By Poonam Desaiabout 11 hours ago in Families
Forever Mommy
You are placing bricks, one on top of the other, oblivious to the couples pressing their noses to the glass that separates them from you. The room on this side of the glass has many more like you, in all shapes, sizes, colours, and ethnicity scattered on tables, chairs and mats, playing and laughing unaware of the fate that awaits you on the other side of the glass. The couples on the other side are seated in a waiting room awaiting their turn to view from the glass and choose their prospective offspring. It’s a thrift store of the unwanted and used.
By Poonam Desaiabout 11 hours ago in Families
