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…

The street which was abuzz with vendors and shoppers, a few days ago…

‘Cabin crew, please be seated, ready for take- off.’ The pilot announced…

The people moved with ease even at that early hour, roused from…

Vipul dreaded step-mothers. He was a witness to the beatings…

The black and white photograph was his treasure. It was clicked in the year 1920…

Swami Alokananda walked towards the car waiting for him…

Naveen received his sister along with her son, Ankur, at the Shimla…

She entered the dilapidated mansion quivering on her toes. It was empty…