PAIN

A gust of wind swept away the photograph from her hand. One step and the sea swallowed her "pain".

THE WINDOW

Sourav woke up from his deep slumber. No one could have woken him up; it was quiet – too quiet for comfort. He sat up and opened his transom window, DEAD silence.

FREEDOM

Hey, I am here! People! SHE shouted. Somewhere in the obscurity of the night, the clock struck Midnight.

HOME SWEET HOME

She always got what she prayed for!

 GOD seemed like a reasonable explanation.

 One day she prayed for a normal family, Her “FATHER” left home the very next day.