A tune wafts through the windows and corridors of our building, it glides through the blades of grass outside on the lawns and lingers with the rustle of the leaves of the frangipani and coconut trees.“Sokoli tumar iccha,Iccha-moyee, Tara, tumi.Tomar karma, tumi koro...
A short story from a collection, I’m calling “Snapshots” , for now. Enjoy!
An old story reworked. What would you do, if you were invisible?
This is why I can’t work on the weekends!
A short story from my fiction blog. It’s been a while. Please have a read, especially if you’re in the mood for some romance. 🙂