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#The_Red (part-1) The pool of blood sprawled all over the meager floor had coloured it red with perpetual change in the radiance red into brownis..

With a can of ‘Calsburg’ in left hand and cigarette in the other, inhaling the puff of ‘Marl Boro’ followed by quaff of b..

‘Does she know about it?’ He asked me when we were enjoying coffee at our college canteen during break. He was peering at me, waiting to..

It was the first day of our new session. My friends had either chosen commerce or the non-medical stream and I was the lone one in the medical stre..

I know about it & so you do We never left nor we separated It's the macabre time we passing through Lies amid the moments we speculated Why s..

I was in core of teen It has been half a year She was queen, a little mean It won't last long, I had a fear We spend a lot of time, did lots..

Sometimes you've to loose...

ONE YEAR LATER He was eagerly waiting for his name to be announced. Rechecking his important documents and certificates brought a copacetic smile o..

She brought him on this earth reared him with her best comfort The pain she beared; the price she paid was worthy which could never fa..

Symphony.... It would have been good If we had remained mere friends If only; we had understood The catastrophe of tragic ends It would have ..