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For Ramu, it had turned into a daily routine now to rush to the nearest bridge early in the morning, just as the dawn crept in, to fetch heroin for his father, his own blood-related father-Suresh who was an huge burden on him and his family. Eve...
I was standing at bus stop waiting for bus. It started raining - meanwhile some face disturbed me, I searched it all over the platform and I was not able to find it out.For a second I felt happy - as that is the face which I am missing since lon...
It has been 5 months by then, since I have started my journey towards the unexpected end. Death is always the unexpected end in everyone’s life. It was a rainy morning. So, my puny eyelids didn’t take much blinking to adjust my eyes to the d...
As soon as he entered the house he sensed an alarming signal- the air was electric, charge. The unususal silence was loud with war syndromes, of gathering storm clouds prior to a hurricane.For some time now he noticed an antagonistic attitude in...
Winter mornings and sunshine…that’s one of the best combinations I guess. Wrapped up in my jacket, I sat on a chair outside my home, reading the newspaper, and marveling at the beauty of nature. It was a cheerful morning with bright sunrays ...
A new day, a new week, a new morning, a new beginning. A newspaper with a cup of tea. A couch with comfy cushions. A quick glance at the headlines. Page 4 : Metro. Crimes, a little expression of disgust at their magnitude. Rapes. Murders. Robber...
“No matter where you run, life invariably puts you in the crossroads every once in a while..!! You are thrown up with a dilemma that makes you or breaks you..! Your decisions follow you no matter what… Trust me there’s no hiding…!” Dia...
It was her 21st birthday and call it fate or karma, she was still single, which seemed a curse to her, with all her friends already hooked up with at least one guy.And, there she was today; going on a blind date with someone she met on a dating ...
She sat in the drawing room , repeatedly looking at her watch. Her face was graced by worried expressions, overshadowing the tiredness that she carried with her. “ Hey , the cupcakes are yummy “ , Sabs broke the silence taking one of cupcake...
You may call me a dog, a street dog; so do many people around. But I have a name, Tiger. A couple of households in the neighbourhood call me Tiger on account of my sturdy body and looks. Precisely I do not go after food on the Street. I visit a ...