ONE LAST TOUCH

I touch the wall of the dilapidated building and the paint begins to peel off. The names of the best friends aren't there anymore. I try to relive the days spent here. Running in the corridors as a kid, sitting on the parapet and gossiping with friends, looking at the boards sometimes with a blank…

THE DEVIL’S SHARE

He spotted her in the airport food court after ages, sharing a meal with her family. Her appearance had changed completely. From waist long, jet black to beautiful burgundy shoulder length hair. From traditional salwar kameezes to fitted jeans and top. Only the smile was the same. And then he noticed the juice glass, as…