The Cockatiel Confessions and Other Collected Short Stories

By Srinivasan, Lavanya, Ms.

Book Id: WPLBN0100003084
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Reproduction Date: 7/21/2018

Title:	The Cockatiel Confessions and Other Collected Short Stories
Author:	Srinivasan, Lavanya, Ms.
Volume:
Language:	English
Subject:	Fiction, Short Stories, Humour, Science fiction, Time travel, mystery, adventure
Collections:	Short Stories, Authors Community, Favorites in India
Historic Publication Date:	2018
Publisher:	Self-published

Member Page:	Lavanya Srinivasan
Citation APA MLA Chicago Lavanya Srinivasan, B. M. (2018). The Cockatiel Confessions and Other Collected Short Stories. Retrieved from http://www.self.gutenberg.org/

Description
The hilarious exploits of a domesticated cockatiel and an oft-forgotten yet faintly remembered celestial journey. A young woman trades away her life credits while a mother elsewhere gently chides her young son. What could possibly happen when a tribal chieftain meets a time traveler? What on earth is a wribulizer and why is the moon actually blue! How does an up-and-coming writer deal with the terror of murderous thugs ransacking her home while her scientist brother vanishes after leaving her with a secret formula? What is the connect between a golden apple tree and an old man tending to his potted plant? To enjoy all of these tales and more, read on!

Summary
A collection of short stories featuring a wide selection of tales ranging from the complaints of a cockatiel to a celestial journey, a tribal chieftain and a time traveler, a mystery secret formula chased by a bunch of thugs, a golden apple tree and a missing damsel, a blue moon and a futuristic society, greek gods and a savage tribe in search of water and many more!

Excerpt
" I don’t remember when I was born or how many times I was transported before I first saw “Chirp”, my human and her mate “Chirp-chirp”. I have heard it said before by Fuff-fuff, the resident sage of my first non tree nest (a yellow-red mishmash of colours and an upturned beak) that first impressions are often the truest but I have to admit, my first peek at Chirp and Chirp-Chirp was not positive." ****************************************************************************** " As my journey continued, I remembered how, I too, had once been worshipped and deemed important enough to be tracked in the ancient texts and star calendars. I had witnessed the birth of their saviour and the magi who had divined his birth by tracking my journey. The huge monuments that was raised in the honour of false gods and eschewed later. As centuries passed and their artificial lights lit up their homes, the humans now had the audacity to transmit probes and crafts for intercepting me. What had happened to their awe and their respect? Yet, I felt myself growing smaller and feebler on every journey past as I lose a little bit of my strength and size over the years. The sun whispers that civilizations rise and die but I would endure for eons. I sigh as the consolatory words don’t achieve their objective of cheering me up. I pine for the centuries past and the time lost."