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

Salan, a Mangalorean Catholic and Cherry…

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

Guns n’ Roses blazing into her headphones, she sat by the window and gazed outside…

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

“Grandma, when is Dad coming back?”, asked little Bela. “Soon, very soon, dear.”…

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

“Mom! I won the first prize in the calligraphy competition.”, exclaimed Tara…

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

It was raining as if it would never stop. She turned off the flickering bulb…

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

It was extremely hot and humid. A few hundred meters from the hospital, I saw…

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…

Hari was sitting peacefully on the banks of the Ganges, when he saw a girl…