Dreams and all that go together

It could be 2080. There could be a Ceremony. There could be a pyre. There could be fire. And in it a corpse that had dreamt and lived.

Short Stories, The Pen

Myths, Wishes and Failed Hopes

Rishab held a newspaper over his forehead to block the piercing evening sunrays burning his eyes while they lay in the middle of a Cotton field near an abandoned well. “Chuck it”, he said as his arms started to hurt. “Weak ass”, Sameer smirked. “Yeah, whatever..”, Rishab smiled,” that’s something I used to tell you.… Continue reading Myths, Wishes and Failed Hopes