We are that feeling

how a 'dream-come-true' looks like

There’s always a first

It was a hot Summer day. She had just gotten home after a nasty fight with her bench-partner at school. Her little finger was bleeding from a small cut and the black satin ribbon from her ponytail was untangled, messing up her hair. She was angry, and sweating. So she dumped her bag on the … Continue reading There’s always a first

Oblivious

It rained that night. It was nothing less than a deluge. The sirens of the police cars could be heard from a distance. The gossiping voices were not audible because of the heavy pouring but I could see a blur gathering of the crowd from my window. The murder of Mr Bajpai and his 22-year-old … Continue reading Oblivious