The sky had adorned an unpleasant bleakness. Probal stared at it listlessly. Its pale yellowness weighed heavily on him and pulled him into depths of desolation. Dusk always saddened Probal. It was the time for goodbyes when life slowed down to rest. When the birds flapped their wings wearily towards their nests, Probal knew it was time. The sky would now be sheathed in the black cloak of night and the houses in their colony would light up their slit-like windows with the low powered yellow bulbs plunging Probal’s world…
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A Walk in the Hills
Revathi walked down the cobbled path of the little hill station looking at the colourful shops lining the pavement. Trinkets, bags, curios and leather shoes were arranged enticingly on the shelves in the shop windows. School girls in their yellow check shirts and brown tunics stood sucking ice lollies in ice cream shops. Their little pigtails bobbing up and down as they nodded their heads in animated conversation with their friends. Lost in her thoughts, she jumped at a loud snort right behind her. She quickly made way for the…
The Awakening
Uma lay still on her bed staring into the darkness. She had the same dream once again. The medicines had stopped the nervous attacks but they could not stop the pain from jabbing at her heart every time. She got out of bed, wrapped a shawl around her shoulders, and moved to the small balcony attached to her room. It was a small but cosy room with a mid-size bed, a small sitting area before a fireplace and an attached bathroom. She didn’t need anything more than this. Uma stood…
