Anna made her way towards the hallway through which James had gone. She could no longer handle being in here alone, just waiting for him to come back. Her fear was ebbing now.
She looked at Hariprasad. And then his shadow. Like a tiny blob under the tree, the shadow with the flute was hardly close to the surreal magic it creates everyday.
Young Cyrine walks along the corridor of her new house at night, amid the long shadows cast by the wall, trying her best not to be frightened of the silence