Well I write a poetry comic Existentialist Crisis. Here's a page from Brave sub-series.
This one is from Lady in Nude.
I also write a slice of life novel Beautiful Rebellious Brainiacs. Here's an excerpt from the episode We need to Talk.
“Tamanna you need to calm down. It’s ok.”
I think I froze but that’s not an apt description. My entire body contracted, coiling inside myself, ready to…strike? Or if my rationality prevailed, then run.
“How do you know my name?” The words scratched my throat.
“Okay, what?” Am I in a hidden camera show?
The silence was unbearable. He was looking at me puzzled. I was puzzled looking at him puzzled. He was puzzled looking at me puzzled looking at him puzzled. I think it is safe to conclude that we were puzzled.
“I am Damien.” He offered hopefully.
“We are in class XII D.”
“Today was our farewell.”
I continued to squint my eyes in suspicion. It just made more sense that he was a stranger who had stalked me and collected all this information than acknowledge the possibility that I have spent, at the very least, one year of my life with this person in a room and I have no recollection of it.