Today seemed like a normal day until I received a call from the police department that Hilary, my dear sister was sexual assaulted by a man
A CELEBRATION OF INDIAN WOMANHOOD (Two poems on eternal bond)
O Dear ! Born to my mother, my sibling, my dearest brother, your sister awaits you dearly here, with a ‘Tika’ of goodwill on your forehead to smear.
Requiem for a Rakhi
Once upon a time, she had a brother … at least, she though that she had one although he was merely a cousin. Yes, after all, how could he be a brother, when he was, in fact, a cousin?
A HEART FOR HEART
Ashok was very brilliant he found education interesting and started learning. He also started working in the fields with the old man’s family.
I committed suicide: She wanted me to live
It is about a decision of a boy. How he completely missed the most important thing and figured out that there is a ray of hope in everyone. You are somebody’s ray of hope.
THE PROFESSOR’S CHILD
My actual friendship with Rehman began when he was in the second year of his college life. As I was walking towards one of my classes in the afternoon
Trapped in Love
There was a small smile at my lips as I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked grown up; and my eyes, they looked sharp, but lacked something important- life.
Sunrise
Editor’s Choice: The gentleman kept on staring at the little boy with full attention until the boy reached him. The boy stood still before the gentleman with his arms spread towards the latter
The Art of Giving
Maya was dead. A day had passed since Maya’s travel towards the other world; the news came as a shock wave; rippling the family with pain and loss.
Vertigo
I woke up in a cold sweat. In the dead quiet of the dark, my heart was throbbing wildly. It was the third day since I lost her. Third day since I slept. And it was now three days closer to her death.
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