“I’m not running away from my problems. I’ll face them. I’m not moving out of my room,” I said. First sessionals were looming large and I was desperately trying to get over the fact that my roomie had fallen prey to thalassemia. I was still hoping it was all a nightmare so that I could… Continue reading The lost friend
Author: Manognya Chekragari
Ghost of the cadaver’s past
Anatomy dissection hall used to be my favourite place in college. I was on Table 10 and we had the best cadaver in the room. He was the newest in the room, with bulky muscles and no bad smell. Twilight haters on our table named him Edward. The thought that he might have been an… Continue reading Ghost of the cadaver’s past
The bereaved
Lying on my back in the middle of my grandma’s paddy fields, I stared at the sky. I was so lost that the fat mosquitoes sucking my blood didn’t bother me. The sky looked like a beautiful bride, covered with shining diamonds all over. There were no artificial lights in the village to overshadow the… Continue reading The bereaved
Say cheese!
“Takk,” said the sweet Icelandic man. The American lady was wondering why the man was asking her to talk. How would she know that was the word for ‘thank you’ in Icelandic? 6,900 different languages are spoken across the world. That makes it 6,900 different ways of saying something as simple as ‘thank you’. Our… Continue reading Say cheese!
Growing up…
Tiny little jewels fell from the sky. The air was chilly. Holding a cup of streaming hot coffee, I looked down from my window. People were running into their hostel buildings and opening their umbrellas. The smell of wet earth filled my insides with endless happiness. The sound of the water droplets, coming from 2.5… Continue reading Growing up…