Memories From A Distant February
As sophomores in school, we were bequeathed with organising the farewell party for the parting seniors. Everything, to the very detail. I wasn’t very fond of my school which I…
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As sophomores in school, we were bequeathed with organising the farewell party for the parting seniors. Everything, to the very detail. I wasn’t very fond of my school which I…
It was the new year’s day I still remember. The afternoon sun was mellow and there was chill in the air – the kind of chill Calcutta can get. She saw me while I crossed the street.
“Major Tom. Can you hear me, Major Tom. Goddamit!” Nikolai screamed through the intercom. He has been breathing judiciously for now, more than ever, oxygen seemed so much more precious.
‘Mom! He called me a pig!’ she shouted at the top of her voice, over the railings of the staircase, to the kitchen below. ‘No Mom! I didn’t call her…