*Ramblings of The Lonely Night*

  THE NIGHT calls out; Her wails reaching sleepy ears. The sky is remorse for its shade of grey which it once loved. The moon feels lonely; a forlorn smile part of its countenance. Even the stars are...

*Daddy Dear*

“Daddy, can you tell me what you are…” little Ayaan had a question for his school assignment. “I am busy son” was his father’s abrupt reply without even cheating a look away from the telly...

*The City Bride*

“Daadi, where is Rani?” 17 year old Mishti, in her worn-out lehenga choli and unkempt, but soft brown hair inquired after her friend. The old woman, sat squatting on her heels next to a large pile...