Handwriting

I was left with the fresh taste of impending doom and the piercing sound of the squealing tyres as I crawled onto the pavement. In a sudden moment of clarity, my past bore into my conscience. In effect, my wall of heroic nonchalance was reduced to smouldering ashes. I could literally see the flames dancing…

A Time Traveller’s Love story

It was the time, when I was in my intermediates and a new boy came to our class. Good looking and smart, no doubt he got transferred from a good university to ours. He introduced himself as Max. He walked straight towards me and greeted with a ‘Hi’. He was charming. His dressing sense, appearance…