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…

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…