About Manisha

ManishaI’m a writer/ editor with almost two decades in the trenches. I’ve created digital content, worked in media, dabbled in journalism, and written fiction (yes, I’ve been published too!).

Since you are on my short story blog, if you have a minute, you might like to take a look at the Goodreads page for Urban Shots – Crossroads (2012), an anthology that featured one of my short stories and was quite well-received among the (reading) public.

I love to read, write, and travel. I also cook up at least three new ideas in my head – mostly themes for short stories and other types of fiction – every single day. My mobile is the most precious thing I own – not because of the contacts on it, but because it holds – literally – thousands of ‘quick notes’ of my thoughts and ideas.

I am a recent convert to Quora. I devour my ‘feed’ for breakfast, lunch, dinner, elevenses…which is to say, I am interested in all things weird and wonderful. I am the person you call when you discover a completely random, absolutely useless nugget of information – such as the five types of flowers Cleopatra used in her bath or the number of bees in a hive…you get the picture.

Oh, and cats. That’s another thing I am obsessed with. Want me to take a look at your resume? Need help with your college SOPs? Well, you could pay up. Or you could try sending me a picture of your cat along with your request. Don’t count on it, but there’s a bunch of people out there can tell you it works.

Anyway, hope you enjoy yourself here. I’d love to hear your thoughts about my stories.

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      1. hey,

        first of all lemme tell u tht ur blog is really awesome. ..
        secondly, as per ur likiing .. here is a link to a sleepy kitty video …

        hope u enjoy …

        ashwani

  1. “You have a visitor.” “Huh?” She looked towards a cardboard box that was pilfered on the neighbor cats’ behalf.
    “I hate cats,” she hissed. “They’re sneaky”. The cat stayed.
    Her estranged father dropped in for a visit and asked “What the hell is that cat doing here?”. The cat stayed.
    The pathetic teeny little white furred critter ran over to her. He stopped and meowed, and ran straight into her house like he owned it. Then the cat stayed.
    He used to purr a lot, but stopped somehow along the way. But the cat stayed.
    She learnt the hard way that just like most men in her life, he did not come for her, he came for all her posessions. The cat stayed.
    She found it oddly arousing to keep him indoors and not neuter him. “Am I spayed?” she used to ask. The cat stayed.
    He would suddenly go tearing about the house. Then he would stare at the ceiling, and meow in a very loud voice. And then the cat stayed.

  2. you blog is useless and ugly just like you manisha! hahaha u kiddin me, that u write hahaha not funny really!

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