Editor’s Choice: His laughs still haunt me. I couldn’t sleep in my cell that night, nor any of the nights I spent in that cell for the next eight years. The thought of Edna consumed me, like a fire I kept stoking to reach furious heights.
A sixth instinct made him bring the photograph closer to his eyes; with growing amazement then he realised that he could recognize the woman, it was,the picture of Neelima!!
It’s not just her tanned skin and dark eyes that attracts me. It is her presence, her sublimity, her modesty, her surrender that draws me to her like the Earth to the Sun.
TIGER HILL is a hill in the forest where a photographer goes to suit tigers. There he finds two lady tigers, but not a real animal tiger. It is his wonder.
As he opened the door to his dark room his jaw dropped. Everywhere he looked there was chaos and destruction, photos were strewn everywhere
They had no choice but to rest the night in this unfamiliar surrounding, hoping that somehow they would get their senses back up early in the morning…