Marriage & Suicide Ritika Awasthi Have you ever felt that you are completely alone and helpless in this world? Have you ever felt cheated or cornered or simply thrown out of an establishment? If the above questions trigger or touch a chord in you or even remotely make you think of your identity and its […]Read more "Marriage & Suicide"
This ComicCon India Mumbai, India. Check out the amazing Cosplay with the book – The End – Ketu’s Era. How many can you recognize??Read more "The End – Ketu’s Era [ComicCon India-2017]"
[Continued from Part -2] Its been a week since that dreadful day when the glasses were brought to the house. Since then a lot of schedule changes have happened for Hari. He has stopped going out, stopped playing video games, stopped talking to anyone in the house, stopped smiling and stopped competing with her grandmother. […]Read more "Chashma [Glasses] [Part -3]"
The End – Ketu’s Era Do check out the Book art of my new and world’s first Astrological Fantasy fiction. Check out the book page here!! Also, do comment if anyone wants to review or can help me promote the book. Will be uploading the first few chapters shortly. Happy reading !!Read more "My New Book – The End (Ketu’s Era)"
[Continued from Part – 1] This was the daily’s routine. This happened without a break. Everyone was quite submerged in the process and knew whom and what of the schedule. In the night when the Father is back, everyone will sit and have dinner together. And as it was vacation time, the house had the […]Read more "Chashma [Glasses] – [Part 2]"
In 90’s Saarangpur, lived a family of five. It’s a story of an era when the roads used to be more open and evenings less crowded. The noons were drowsy and night dark and quiet. It was a railway colony with lush green farmlands behind the house. It was an old locality, with brick laid […]Read more "Chashma [Glasses]"
[Continued from Part -3] I raised my hands in defense and placed them in front of my chest, a reflexive defense mechanism. But before I could start, a man came and gave a tight slap on my face. I swear on God, I have never experienced such a sharp immediate intense shrill pain in my […]Read more "THE TRAIN AND THE SUBTLETY OF CHAOS [PART-4]"