Beyond the Mask
Khushi believed that the past shaped her, but did not determine her present or future. She has always been a happy-go-lucky woman who had a wide range of emotions like...
FS: Book 1 – Chapter 7
The art of baking ‘Pithe’, the seasonal delicacy was a common one in the village of Nabaghat. It was also a major source of gathering for all the women in...
Night Club for Emotions
Stress can be awkwardly funny at times. I met Stress at a very early age. I don’t exactly remember the story of meeting Stress, but Stress has been in and...
FS: Book 1 – Chapter 2
It was 4:00 AM. The onset of winter was just starting to make the early air chilly. The sun got lazier now that autumn had been fleeing, resulting in a...
The Living Ghosts
Onto the wave crashing sand, souls on parade. Neil was humming rather loudly, his voice floating and drowning rhythmically with the gorgeous sound of the sea. A pleasant evening indeed!...
Festivals of the Fall, it’s in the Air.
Here’s a small video of the best festive moments. Enjoy!
Doctor’s Chamber of Tragedy
Doctor appointments always made Bitty feel all the more ill and even nervous. There was no particular reason for being so anti-doctor, she just never felt good about seeing a...
Un-Haunted Grounds
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. Bitty was excited right from the morning. She could hardly concentrate in her Maths class, or her English class. The only...
Feathery Blues
Soft coos broke through my train of thoughts. By god, those birds look way happier than most people I have seen. What could be their secret? We have everything; a...
The Last Lap
‘On Your Mark’.. (Whistle). Kuppy flew off the cemented stub and dove head-down straight into the cool and heavy green water. All the cheers and sounds that were buzzing around...
A Walk Through The City of Joy
The loud yet shrill screams of the cuckoo bird woke Shanaya up. Staring bleary eyed at her bedside clock, she noticed it was 6:05. “Ah, no point of uselessly lying...
Single Lady and Her Urban Problems
It is 6 o’ clock in the morning. Kuppy is sleeping. Wake up you lazy girl. No, that wasn’t 6; it was written 8 o’clock. And the name was nowhere...