Walking Back Home

There he was, waiting for her at the bus stop, with a reassuring smile on his face, wearing his white Nike sneakers and wielding the polished black walking stick. For Anwesha, her grandfather or Ajoba as she called him, was the only one who could answer all her questions eagerly. The others never understood or … Continue reading Walking Back Home

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Caffeine..

Do you want to have some Coffee, Shiv? Desperately need it. I cried, without even a glance at Ayushi standing at my desk with her pink cup. The transition from college to work is usually a struggle for many. It seemed so, for me too, until I met her through a mutual friend. It is … Continue reading Caffeine..