Two blocks away Alden’s unfinished glass of milk shattered, spilling milk all over the table. His dad scrambled for cover as the windows imploded.
The city itself will die today. Yes, the city has a soul, the soul which is kept alive by the people living in it. Just like an actual person the city thinks, decides and acts.
Our teacher frowned and ordered for the noise to stop. It didn’t. She tried to stop the noise a few more times but failed.
Alisha, a typical Mumbaite shifts to flat no. 403 in a luxurious complex in Gurgaon. As she stepped inside the colony, she was overwhelmed