I kept running. As fast as my legs could take. Breathing heavily, panting, as the shadows swept past by. Something felt wrong, amiss. Something was following me, matching my pace, feet to feet. It felt like a nightmare. A moment back, I was at the dinner table and a second later I am running for my life. Thundering around in the alley. Was it a … Continue reading An Encounter With The Unknown
It was difficult to comprehend. A brilliant student, a tactician and an orator like her were being subjugated to a lifelong homeliness. Albeit, the decision was made. It had to be… Continue reading The Girl Who Never Was
I stood at the metro station. Dressed in formals, the attire of a corporate prison, with a group of people gathered outside. They were always there, irrespective of the time and day. A regular routine. Court to office, office to home. I barely remember when was the last time I paused to take a look around. As observed, a few people could be seen eating … Continue reading Looking back at the boy
Once upon a time, there was a Lie and the Truth. One fine day, the Lie told the Truth … Continue reading The story of truth, lies and deceit -by Crucio Girl
It was not the first time that Veena’s privacy was violated. It had happened at coaching classes, sports practices and even shopping centers where… Continue reading The prying eyes
Teary eyed, sensing a warm rush from her stomach approaching her head, she looked up and groaned, ‘I don’t want to wear those torn shoes to school tomorrow.’ ‘Don’t go to school then. I don’t have time for all these tantrums.’ She rushed to the adjacent room and cried. Anger was unacceptable in her house. Children were not supposed to be angry. Children were supposed … Continue reading The Unfamiliar Touch
All good things come to an end, or that is what they say. The end of a probable beginning. The same goes for this. The story of the end of a saga. A story that almost began. The fall, the skip, the ambiguity. A time that indicates… … a goodbye. The two years of life. A thousand arrows piercing through with the soulless soul falling … Continue reading Once upon a time in the curious life of a coffee roaster
“Is that your friend?” “Yea dad! And he is quite intelligent.” “Well! He is dark. I can’t even see his face clearly.” “It’s a dark photograph dad. Trust me, his face is visible enough just like his personality.” “Where is he from?” “He is from India.” “Definitely not a Christian. A Muslim? Or a Hindu?” “An agnostic probably, but yes, his ancestors are Muslims.” “Doesn’t he … Continue reading What difference does a colour make?