The Palace was the most beautiful thing in the universe. It was God's own creation. The rooms were spacious, the corridors were green. Brooks flowed freely between the lovely gardens. There was enough food for everyone and the air was clean. The palace was generous. It welcomed everyone. There was no King. Or Queen or... Continue Reading →
Minu was lost in a deep thought. The shrill whistle of the cooker jolted her out of the trance. She busied herself getting the cups and plates ready. Amidst the clinking sound of the glasses and spluttering of spices on the frying pan, a conversation from the breakfast table outside, made its way into the... Continue Reading →
My bookstore mostly remains secluded during the afternoon. So I was dozing in my chair when a melodious voice stirred me up from my dream. “Excuse me.” And when I looked up, the most beautiful, starry eyes, were waiting with a copy of “Wuthering Heights”. She wore the most contagious smile that lingered through the... Continue Reading →
The final goodbye. Goodbyes are hard but etches etarnal memory in mind
Time and Tide wait for none. Looking at herself in the mirror Mira heaved a sigh of grief. Yesteryear’s leading heroine, the dream-girl of millions, also could not escape the law of nature. Age has started showing its sign on her face. Her earlier appeal was fast leaving. She is gradually being replaced by younger... Continue Reading →
30/11/2070, Kolkata Name: Ivaan Class: VI Dear Diary, Hi. The earth has changed a lot since you last saw it. Life on earth is not the same any more. His little hands were not used to writing much. So writing these words exhausted him and he decided to take a break. Ivaan, a class VI... Continue Reading →
Some mornings are confusing. Is it a dream or reality?
"Alan, you must remain quiet, else we will all land in trouble", the father whispered. "But I am hungry, and its dark and suffocating here", little Alan tried to argue. The truck carrying them outside the country came to a screeching halt in the middle of the desert. Alan was trying to say more, but... Continue Reading →
can a google search turn into a booby trap?
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