Horror Story

The darkness of the night engulfed her all around, as she walked with hurried yet hushed steps. A distant flicker of the sole streetlight was in the periphery of her vision as she walked stealthily towards it. She felt a little stupid and also irresponsible for not ‘planning’ the evening better, but then a lot

Before Sunrise

1730 hrs, 14th February 2017, New Delhi The sun was inching closer to the horizon, marked by the uneven skyline of the capital. From his side of the window of the car, the outsides seemed pleasant. A perfect balance of the afternoon heat and evening, the diminishing blue with approaching black, the road full of

Valentine’s Day

…ke aisa beparwaaah man pehle to na tha…. Valentine’s Day music, colors and vibes greeted him everywhere on his way to work. He was still a good half an hour away from the place but his thoughts had already reached there, although in a different time. The first time he had seen her, it took

Context

First day at a new work location- the situation was in no way comforting. Hence, looking around and pinging every person possible on Whatsapp were the only options as he sat there waiting for his new boss. ‘’Hey, how come you are here? What have you been up to?’’, he looked towards the source of

Freedom

Finally, he broke open the cage and was free, so to say. For quite some time now, he was caged. He was a prisoner, and used to being one now. The memories of different times had faded away with time, or were covered with layers of the feeling of being tied. He used to be

Delusion

‘It was a few moments before he realized that she was whistling a piece of music – and that it was the theme of Halley’s Fifth concerto’. Once again, he lost the plot with a stream of memories flooding his mind. Rather than turning the pages to recollect who ‘she’ was, he put away the

Guilt

As he stepped out of the bus, he saw her. It had been 5 years, but of course it did not take him a moment to recognize her. He could do that with his eyes closed probably. Probably, for that was what he used to tell her often. Back then, when life was a journey

Secret Santa

Fireplaces were all lit up; overcoats and long boots were out of the closets; the surroundings were all covered with a white cover of snow  – Christmas had arrived. The festive spirit could be seen all around,  in the decorated trees, in the glowing lanes and homes, and on all the joyful faces. The kids

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The Flame

It was a very peaceful process, to say the least. Every human at some time in his/her life, imagines about death, how it must feel, what must be there beyond the life? But before the actual death, there is as much knowledge about it as is about the plan of aliens invading earth. He felt