An eerie evening chill wavered around the shrouded figure that swept in... "I was wondering why I had not seen you today." "Hello,...

Simmering tea vapours cut through the fragile mist of the morning. It was the usual clang of steel utensils that brought Chutki to the tea..

At the age of 9, Mukta was quite the budding artist. She stared long at the colour pencils in the store. She loved to draw and paint, but...

"Mom... and Dad... how were they like?" At eighteen, Mohan had started questioning a lot about life. Or so thought his uncle, Amar.

The Primary Health Sub Centre at Drona lay severely understaffed on Diwali this year. The silence bored Dr Kapish

Dr Anay stared blankly at the quiet commotion in front of him. He had just finished writing up the admission order for a patient complaining

A murmuring breeze echoed off the tin walls of the empty pandal. The frigid air was decorated with the fragrance of flowers whose

She hoped Mother wouldn't catch her eyeing through the window when he drove by. Everyday he'd pass through that bylane in his mini-truck...

The night was getting more uncomfortable for Advi― she would hug her pillow tight with all four limbs to keep warm, then let go as it became

A little rhyme on how life is akin to a winter morning.

A twisted take on love, especially to the anatomy lovers out there!

A rhyme set to the dynamics of life with a similarly varying metre.

People. I hate people. And now they are everywhere. In this city, lots of them. And a Mumbai local train is packed with the horror. I am...

Mr. Gupta looked solemn. It seemed like he had a hard day at work. He usually had. His ragged tweed suit and worn-out leather shoes spoke...

This is a probable extension to the great story of 'Frankenstein' authored by Mary Shelley. I drafted this for an assignment back in school.

A cute take on fancy love affairs.

Monsoons create a new world in themselves. A varying rhyme scheme to match the randomness of monsoon.

A superficial insight into what doctors and patients feel during stressful times.

A short poem reflecting upon our current state of affairs.

A tiny poem about false fame.