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.

GOLD DIGGER

Trust me “She” said, it will be different this time. He meekly offered her his heart which “She” swallowed whole.

Society

I saw him standing alone at the bus stop, sobbing uncontrollably. I went up and comforted him. Unfortunately I was also very poor, so I snatched his briefcase and vamoosed.

Monotony

Yogini's first full day of freedom came on a Sunday, the only day of the week that she didn't have to work. 

Innocence

 He got up and saw the kid collecting pebbles. He couldn't stop smiling; He remembered doing the same as a kid. 

TIME

SHE picked up her pen, fingering the pea-sized lump underneath her breast, regretting the TIME when she decided not to undergo a mammogram.

Glitzy Lights

The Page 3 society seemed strangely prophetic of her own - the same exaggeration of violence and sensationalism, the same “alphabets” of (un)reason and the fictionalization of experience.

Pretty Woman

Her Skin was Pale, with a light tinge of Pink in her cheeks. To Him, it seemed like she was always blushing.