Wounds from the grave - Part 3

Being a Saturday, the mall was filled with people. John looked around to comprehend the intensity of the damage if the bomb did burst before he could evacuate the crowd.  "Jawaan, take the entire troop and start searching the nook and corner of the mall for any bomb. I want two of you...

Wounds from the grave - Part 2

"What's in your hand Alina?" John enquired. Alina tried to adjust her kurta while she crushed the paper within her fingers. "Oh this paper!!" she smiled and tried to get into the house. "It was just some flier, Johny. I think some salesman must have left it here." She walked past him to avoid...

Wounds from the grave

The sun had set and the moon was making its way to enlighten the dark sky. The mild thunder and the wild breeze had made the weather pleasant. Hearing the thunder she ran to the terrace to pick the clothes she had put for drying. Switching on the lights in her bedroom, she sat folding the clothes....

How about playing needle and thread???

Welcome to my “Activity Post”!!! Moving from writing short stories to events about my life and from entries for contests to social stuff, I decided to try a different genre this time. Here, I present you my very first “Activity Post”.  I am going to blog about the things I do in my leisure...