Divya was in the third trimester of her pregnancy and was struggling to reach the file on the top shelf that her boss, Venkat, had asked her to pull out.
READ THE ENTIRE PIECERachel stares at the immigration officer at the Heathrow airport. Could he be any slower?
READ THE ENTIRE PIECE“Come on,” Arya whines, “mazes are fun!” she points towards the entrance of one. It is shaped like the maw of a serpent.
READ THE ENTIRE PIECEI remember being called a plate and a surfboard by those girls in my school. Especially Barkha.
READ THE ENTIRE PIECEYou’d think an airport is for catching flights, but I kid you not; it’s a decent enough place to catch feelings too.
READ THE ENTIRE PIECEAll eyes widen, as the girl’s body emerges out of the river.
“Miracle”, one cries.
Sometimes you plan things in life. And sometimes you wake up to a decision that surprises you.
READ THE ENTIRE PIECEI have been able to see dead people all my life. As a child people thought I was talking to my imaginary friends.
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