The Whites, as she dubbed them for the lack of a better term, took position to what she recognised as seats …
Editor’s Choice: And there’s a twist in all this—you wouldn’t be going by your real names, but rather code names assigned by the organizing authority.
Editor’s Choice: Maybe God wanted to test out a new version of purgatory. Or maybe, I was paying for my crimes in some past life. The orphanage was hell…
A month had passed away since Ayesha and her class last saw Aditya. His parents had been informed and a nationwide search was organized.
That’s what it feels when I see through the rose-tinted glasses. Even the dreary seems exotic, the unhappy seem blissful, the harsh sun bearable.
I leapt off the car with renewed vigour, thanking Santa for helping me come home when it was still Christmas. It was a long way home today, but I was glad.
“When will you return, Papa?” “I will return when the bells toll…till then, stay sharp. Take care of your Mama for me, okay Mira?”
We were standing at the precipice, the sun bathing the countryside in its dull glow. It was almost two hours…the funeral must be over by now.
Dubbed the “Red Christmas” murders by the newspaper people, it was the seventh victim in six months. And things weren’t looking good…
The world had been a monotone for him ever since that phone call. He had no one to prove his mettle to. The world had lost its colour that very day.