And That's How It All Began...

Partly aware and mostly slumbering deep, I still could feel the blanket slipping away in a flash. “Maa,” I protested, my hand trying to grab any end of the blanket, “five more minutes, please.”

Neither Maa responded nor did I reach my blanket. Before my consciousness could suspect anything unusual, a male’s voice broke the sequences of my thoughts. “I am waiting only four minutes. Get yourself brushed and be there to have a lunch.” The voice was deep like a sound of rumbling thunderclouds. It was a voice of my father.

Solitude Vs. Loneliness

Often noticed people posting on the social networking sites the word ‘solitude’ instead of ‘loneliness’ and vice versa. There is a difference between them and being an admirer of words, I thought why not to post something short, throwing light on the dissimilarity between them.

Hotel's Havoc - A Short Thriller

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The room reeked with rotting stench.

Shreya pressed the handkerchief against her nose, trying hard not to grimace. She wanted to go out from that chamber and fill her lungs with fresh air. She wanted to be away from the dead body that laid on the carpet, staring blankly at her with his cold eyes. Five years had passed since she joined Crime Investigation Department, yet the foul smell of the deceased still churn her stomach.

[Reviews] The Newspaper Reader (Crumpled Voices) - Chandrapal Khasiya

Never thought that my crazy time-pass will be praised by many. By your wishes and blessings, The Newspaper Reader ( Crumpled Voices ) is receiving praises from readers. Well, I thought why not put all reviews in one place. So, here they are.

A Tale of Sorangpur

 

It was a night full of shocks and horrors.

Fear gripped little Hari’s heart as he saw his mother fretfully pounding her fists on the door of their house. Darkness swallowed everything in their small courtyard and the cold wind began to tickle his skin. But in the pale light of the hanging lantern, Hari could make out glistening tears rolling over his mother’s cheeks.