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“Papa!”
I cried, losing all hope, seeing my father drift away from me. I fell on the grainy ground, gasping for the air my shuddering body never received. Soon, the piercing melody of my mother’s laughter filled my soul. The weight of my own body seemed to be crushing on the ground until everything turned red.
The reddish hue of the sun glistened in my room as it ticked away from the horizon. I sighed as I realised that it was yet another nightmare. The buzz in my phone cleared the haziness in m...
Based in the suburbs of Amritsar, Jaspreet, an army officer, and his wife Supreet had been living a quiet life, calm as a summer’s day with less to worry about. Jaspreet was known for his inviolable physique back in his days in the army. He was the strongest of the lot, never to be taken lightly. Then happened the Indo-Pakistan war of 1971, and time veered when bodies flooded the streets. The blood on Jaspreet’s hand was his own, and on his lips, only one word “India.” But you pay a heavy price ...
Surrounded by lush green gardens, Keshav found himself standing near the tranquil waters the very place that had once been his refuge, where the soft rustle of leaves and the gentle lapping of water had been his companions. Now, it was a sanctuary of unanswered questions directed at the heavens.
“Why does life have to be this way?” he whispered, the words like fragile petals falling from his lips. He was just an ordinary person, much like everyone else, longing for happiness.
“Why does Sabina ha...
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the noise of honking horns and hurried footsteps, stood “Amma’s Chai Haven,” an unassuming tea stall. It wasn’t just any tea stall; it was a serene oasis managed by Amrita.
Amrita’s life, a tapestry of hardship and resilience, began in a small village where her dream of becoming an acclaimed artist once flourished. Her husband, a talented musician, ardently championed her artistic pursuits. However, as poverty pressed upon them, Amrita traded her paintbrus...
In the heart of Delhi, where history whispers through the leaves of ancient trees, there stood the resplendent Humayun’s Tomb. Its towering red sandstone walls reached for the sky, and the whole place was basked in the golden rays of the afternoon sun. It was a very busy day, with the place being host to several groups of visitors.
One such group was that of schoolgirls in their white uniforms perched upon the boundary wall like delicate butterflies resting on a garden’s edge. Their laughter flo...
“We are sorry. We won’t be able to extend an offer to you.”
The words echoed inside my head, shattering every inch of hope I ever recollected after the last interview. Education loans, a mediocre GPA, and a lack of an internship are just the tip of the iceberg of my liabilities. Life never felt so monotonous, failing felt so easy, and the idea of a good life felt so far away. The only question in my head was, “Would I be ready tomorrow for another rejection?”
My phone buzzed beside my pillow as ...
Amidst the golden sands and rhythmic waves of a tranquil southern Indian beach, four-year-old Rohan and six-year-old Aanya frolicked in the shallows. Their father, Raj, watched from the shore, a blend of pride and wistfulness in his gaze. While the children built sandcastles and revelled in the water’s embrace, Raj’s heart welled up with bittersweet longing.
“Look, Dad, our sandcastle looks like a real palace!” Aanya exclaimed.
Raj smiled, his heart warming at her enthusiasm. “Absolutely, sweeth...
In the city of Jodhpur, known for its majestic forts and royal history, a poignant scene unfolded within the confines of Mehrangarh Fort. Ravi, a renowned historian with a deep passion for uncovering the mysteries of the past, stood before a weathered wall adorned with ancient handprints. Beside him stood Meena, a local woman whose roots in Jodhpur stretched back through generations.
The sati handprints on the wall spoke volumes about the controversial practice that had once prevailed in this re...