The passing is technically short. But once you enter, it appears long, sometimes too long, that you may think there is no going back , you may feel crippled to move ahead,
The darkness surrounded me as I sat down in the middle. I look up seeing her there. A ghostly apparition floating naked before me. Her long golden hair flowing in the windless void.
Editor’s Choice: The tunnel smelled like death.That was the first thought that went through Pratap Kulkarni’s mind as he stood in front of it. The tunnel gaped in front..