What I learned that day was that it was my responsibility to prevent their entry in my house and in my mind. The collateral damage was way too much for me
I reminded myself of my commitment and managed to drag myself to the bathroom. Guided by the habit I picked the cigarette packet from the window sill of the bathroom
Editor’s Choice: I looked at my room contemplating the state in which I live in. The pile of unwashed clothes, economic times spread on the floor, unkempt bed with washed cloth lying on the side
In my first memory she was way taller than me. She was amazingly similar to mom but she smiled more than her. And she was always running behind me and my cousins to feed us.
The warrior couldn’t see beyond the mist. It perturbed him by challenging his perception with change in shape. Sometimes it showed a silhouette of horsemen coming towards him
The animals recognized those footsteps. The vibrations travelled through the earth, before his elongated shadow. Some of it dissipated in the small stones
The sweet milk cake Prasad mingled with some rose leaves was one of the reasons I liked to visit her house on Monday evenings. Out of some hundred grams
The unresolved quotient of my identity is the cause of my conflict, Your being a part of me adds to the plight, In the business of my love why this pain do pry…
Kids Short Story: I am not a cry-baby as other five years old like Mandeep and I surely reciprocate the curtsy of nice people by amusing them with what they desire
Editor’s Choice – Kids Short Story: I clearly remember I was a very innocent child in my childhood and I never did any harm to anybody (by the best of my knowledge).