In the quiet night streets, his face glows with the streetlights that throws a detailed view to his wasted features. The sandy brown hair and his bony face with his brown eyes are the spectacular view of his face. The dark blue t shirt covered by his black leather jacket, his denim jeans and his … Continue reading He is fighting the November chills.
Trying to live up to my own expectations. 24th March 2017, I am not a morning person, so I woke up one hour before my college starts. Since, I had sessional at 2 pm but not prepared as always, I managed to get up at 8 am, did my morning business and sat down to … Continue reading Sessional and Burger.
I made this short excerpt while I was roaming around my college campus during my first year. I seated myself below the blue afternoon sky, and my eyes rested on a group of boys playing a basket ball. Though, I never liked the game and nor I know it's rules and regulations but the way … Continue reading The Basketball Player.
“Chai! Chai!” The shrilling voice filled the compartment bringing me back from the trance, then it stopped as the owner of the voice stood infront me. “Bhaishab, chai?” He asked. He gave me his pleading look. I looked at his dark face, his blue faded collared shirt and his big khaki pants dangling on … Continue reading The Way to Home.
"Hey, Chinky?" "Oii, momos and thukpas!" "Chinese." "Nepali." These are the some of the few names that we are used to, you can hear them when we are either roaming the streets of Delhi, Chandigarh or Bangalore or any parts of India. By looking at all the above words, you might be thinking that why … Continue reading The Life of ‘Other Indian’ in India.
