Rumi woke up in the middle of the night, her breath was heavy, hair frizzy, eyes gloomy, clothes wet, and the bedsheet showed the evidence of struggle she went through while sleeping, it was all collected at one place from the movement of her legs and arms, the blanket was thrown on the floor. She was trembling in fear, her body was in immense pain, sweat mounting on her forehead like morning dew. She grasped the glass of water kept at the study table beside her bed, over the pile of files, she was going through before sleeping. She switched on the light, drank water, wiped the sweat, and sat on the bed with her legs crossed. It wasn’t the first time she was experiencing this kind of haunting dream but in the recent past, it has become more frequent.   She got up from the bed, her clothes were sticking to her skin restricting the movements of the limbs making it heavy to move. She was struggling to take out night suit from her wardrobe, it glanced at her like a long-lost fr...

It isn't the time until we realize how important life is till death smiles at you. This is a story of love at the death site. In this monotonous life while pleasing everybody and in the pursuit of becoming the apple of everyone's eye, we forget to love the most important person “I”. This is the story of Ronak about how life was going to change for him. Ronak was traveling with his friends in Maruti Alto. India's unofficial people's car, talking about his recent breakup, how his girlfriend now ex didn't give second thoughts about their marriage, how much he loved her, how he managed to attend her marriage, how his teaching life sucks though it was exciting in the beginning (Ronak is a professor in the history department) all those classic banter and bitching about life. Suddenly came a flash of light as if coming straight from heaven. It was a truck coming straight towards them laden with stolen sand from the bank of holy Ganges. Ali somehow managed to pull the car o...