Dr. Bornik Mitra walked past the hospital hallway towards the Intensive Care Unit…

It was like a ritual. The phone rang, breaking the eerie silence of the night…

The labourers were starving and sickly. They toiled eighteen hours every day…

He was nicknamed the Gentleman. An officer of the Indian Police Service…

First, it was cold indifference. Then, they started to stab and swing vile words…

I had not met him for years. He was my best friend in college…

I first saw her when she entered my class in the third standard…

The letters from her were like a song, straight from her heart…

It was a ritual. I used to hide behind the rocks to watch the gold and black…

It was spring and I boarded the bus to Dharamshala with the stick in my hand…

Meera had a crush on him and he knew it too. She made every romantic leap…

The scream stopped suddenly as the iron rod smashed her skull…

He gave a smile like a warm hug. Swamiji stared at Ganguram for a long time…

I stared at her beating heart and shining black eyes witnessing her struggle…