This city has become an inferno. Name a place where we are safe. Can you?
What is hope amidst struggle? Marzia’s story looks at this bartering of hope in a big city.
In this second part, we glance at Deepti’s resilience in keeping her dreams alive in a hostile familial environment.
Perhaps only a God-man could explicate who this land belonged to.
A city like Hyderabad was not as small as our hamlet. Within the city and its outskirts, many things happened to which we were strangers.
Glancing out of the hut Kusum noted that the yellow blossoms on the ridgegourd creeper were slowly opening their petals in the reddish evening light.
The day after Mary Cheriyan’s funeral, her family, relatives, and friends congregated in the sombre atmosphere of her home’s drawing room.
Another night. Eyes squeezed shut, feigning sleep. The familiar creak of the doorknob, a melody in the silence.
Amir, a familiar sight outside the college gates, always struck me as the archetype of street kids – young, barely fourteen, dressed in tattered clothes.
As we halted at the signal, their familiar clapping drew near. When they rapped on my window, I apologized.
“Have you seen my watch, Shaun?” Father Michael Bhutia’s voice trembled, a stark contrast to his usual authority as the principal of St. Jude’s Academy.
As the COVID-19 pandemic ebbed away and life cautiously tiptoed back to its pre-pandemic rhythm, the gates of the ancient monastery continued to remain closed
Desperation hung heavy in the air as Reena pleaded, but the landlady’s words were callous – “Fortune favours only the fortunate, my dear!”
On the day of their son Tulsi Nair’s divorce, tension hung heavy in the air.
As the sun dipped low on the horizon, Arjun, his mischievous nature in full swing, devised a scheme to trick the unsuspecting Annapurna sweet seller.
Upon learning of her mother’s terminal cancer diagnosis, Amelia devastated, took to Facebook to share cherished memories of their time together.
