Category: Creative Corner

Sometimes she would miss New Kumar after he left. He was not given a single applaud in this whole span. She was angry on him,…

There were many others who had joined in, whom Durjoy John did not know. He was not aware that when we try to hunt an…

One day, the wind blew fiercely. I was no longer able to meet Shrum. We three sat in our room, the wind and rain lashing…

Small are its leaves, round, bright green. Beige is my colour, rotund, golden wheat and cream. Thin, fragile, the twigs run down the plant. My…

Antisocial behaviour is a trait of intelligence in a world full of conformists. Nikola Tesla We were doing a wrong thing to wrong people. We…

We found out more about the place where Shrum was staying. The cigarette parlour was always overcrowded. The smoke and the air around the house…

There was a little solace that evening amidst the tears she was shedding for the cats. Her mother felt guilt to the core, “I have…

There was not much beyond this, she was tired. There was only one question in her mind. Why the heck was she living this life….

She was worried. She was sad. She was awkwardly restless. She was not participating in any wrong doing anywhere and we would guide her for…

One day five years later once she was riding on a tatouk she saw the bike made of bones. She took a picture and we…