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
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
Ceremonial hugs were exchanged between the mother and her. Her mother’s eyes welled up, like any mother’s eyes do on parting with their child. It was time to exchange the ceremonial half-embrace with her father. Continue reading The Unfamiliar Touch -by Gunjan Narang
“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?
I hurried through one corridor after another. Looking for a stairway. “It would be fun to be lost, as other people were ” I thought! I knew of course, that I could not be, even for a moment. But I was still having trouble finding a stairway that would take me up. “Perhaps I would never find one, and I would have to wander for days. … Continue reading A Dream
Rahul woke up first, with his bruised and dented thoughts. Unsure of what was being pursued? The thoughts, the idea, the likeliness or the augmentation. It was a conundrum, this love. He sat and watched the freckled face, still soundly asleep next to him. Pillowed on the arm of his hands. Except for the apparent sternness developed from grueling years of field visits, she was … Continue reading The Girl In The Black