It took her all of her will power to not cry. She was in a park after all with music blasting through her head phones. She was sitting in the far corner of the park where there was one weird looking bench which resembled a square and right now she was leaning on the square’s…
Santhosh was taking his usual evening stroll with his better half. The breeze greeted his slightly greying hair and the hold on his hand got tighter. May be she felt cold or may be she just felt like squeezing his hand that always conveys the same message ‘I love you’. The man in his early…
So am Aratrika…. Its just a pen name I chose this afternoon. Why? One may ask me. I like to function under a different name most of the times. Not that I hate my current persona or my name. In fact I love my actual name because I was named after a fictional character who…