Category: Stories
Coffee Machine
The rain drops start falling down. They started blurring the windows next to me. I was at the cafe, sipping my coffee slowly. It was early evening pretending to...
The balloon seller
The balloon seller kept rattling the toy to make sounds. It was one of the busiest weekends, and the beach was crowded. The young beggars kept lurking around as...
Reality of the fantasy
It was just another evening, but it was very dark already. Nevertheless she stepped out of the office, to her PG which was just two stops away. Three pairs of e...