The 8.15 from Bangalore- Part 1

It now seemed a long, long while ago. The flight had been rough, yet the pain of attending college for yet another semester had tilted the scales of misery in its favor. I was a nineteen-year-old fifth-semester engineering student on my way back to college, desperately homesick, a survivor of a deceitful long-distance relationship, abhorring… Continue reading The 8.15 from Bangalore- Part 1

Blue Flowers

I bumped into a stranger as he passed by. “Oh, …excuse me, please” was my reply. He said, “Please excuse me too;I wasn’t even watching for you. Oh, we were polite — this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said our good-bye. But at home a different story is told, How… Continue reading Blue Flowers

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