14th March, 1980, Dear diary, Today, I felt something queer- something new. After school when we girls went to the icecream shop as usual, I noticed Josh convincing his friends to go down to the shop as well. All the time, he was with the boys but I swear to god his eyes were fixed on my home Read More...
Dear Maa, By now you might have found my body hanging from the same creaky fan which I had once hit with my football when I was nine. Remember that day? Remember how the marks of your hands had not left my cheek until a dozen days? Not so good, old days, I guess. Anyways, you might be wondering wha Read More...