LIFE: A SANTA CLAUSE

All my childhood I had known Santa Claus to be the one in a red fury coat at the crossroad, a few blocks from my house, lending gifts to kids and wishing people Merry Christmas. Someone who will readily give things to people to make them happy. I remember how much I loved hopping on my toes to ring the bell at the tail of his ca...

STOLEN KISS - Part 2

To the lanes of College Street, Calcutta… It was another sticky August night in the city of Calcutta and a half radiating moon loosely hung in the sky. For some reasons, she was having a bad headache that day and was lying in the bed as every other second a throbbing pain, like an electric wave, originated from her temples and sped down her neck to hurt her shoulders. Each of those torturing waves made her writhe on the bed with slices of the sullen...

STOLEN KISS - Part 1

To the lanes of College Street, Calcutta… A clicking sound from behind tenses him up. He quickly turns around to see her walk through the door; a line of shadow diagonally splits his face. She drops her handbag at the counter and collecting the token, walks into the dim, narrow aisle guarded by high, iron shelves with books spilling from the edge...

STARTLED

On nights following a long day of work, tired and exhausted, as you stretch out on the cot and close your eyes to the darkness around, welcoming a refreshing sleep – ...