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…

Rohan and Sohan were at it again.
Their constant fighting over trivial things…

Texting some last-minute messages before take-off, I heard: “Excuse me…

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…

The bus screeched to an abrupt halt in the midst of a forest…

Exhausted after a particularly tiring day, on an impulse I drew a camel…

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

On Saturday mornings, he would wait in front of the living-room window…

The door hanging of paddy was finally hung in her balcony…

Crystal watched through the frosted windows of the farmhouse…

The child was petrified. In this big bad world, she was suddenly alone…

“What’s in a name sire?”, asked the bard. “What are you talking about!!!”…