Memories of March: Story Slam at Chandigarh.

Chandigarh was covered with the color of fall, even though it was the month where people played with the color of spring. We made our way through the golden trail to our destination, The Rumor Mill Cafe at Sec-7. As we entered the venue, the sweet aroma of coffee hit me. It was my first … Continue reading Memories of March: Story Slam at Chandigarh.

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The Basketball Player.

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.

The Way to Home.

  “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.