The main events took place in Rangoon, Burma (Myanmar) on 7–8thJuly 1962. On 7thJuly 1962, the military regime violently suppressed a student demonstration at Rangoon University attended by some
Author: Aparna Nagda
Dr. Aparna Salvi Nagda is a Mumbai based Consulting Homeopath. She also co-runs an educational institute for the academic needs of young minds. Currently she is seriously pursuing her childhood passion for writing.
Of Love and Loss
Titli Devi mooed but nobody took notice. Chewing her morning curd, she swatted at the flies with her long, bushy tail- an appendage of pride
The Perfect Incarceration
Drums, trumpets, music accompanied by the incessant chatter of overwhelmed friends and well-wishers made Chhavi dizzy. The strong alcohol odour emanating from her newly-married partner
Blind Love
It was raining humans. The dull grey skies had joined them in the mourning. An old lady masquerading as a distant relative (whom nobody recognised),
Who is Scary?
HISSSS… Give me some space, dear drenched leaves! Ahaaa but must say the moist earth, its petrichor makes me break my aestivation, and come out
Fatal Attraction
The pangs were for real. She couldn’t contain her hunger for long. Where was she to look for her meal? The premise had nothing to
Tea, Me and She
It brewed and brewed. The aroma wafted through the kitchen, and wandered its way through the back door into the farm. Charles was busy rousing
Pristine White
The sea reflected the full moon. A low tide hummed gently to lure the reflection. Women happily chirped inside the cottage. “The red saree, dear.
Revamped Fairytale
“Yucks!! It’s sheer disgrace to have her in our school!” “More of, to have her in our group for the annual day play.” “Lionna, you
Susp’ENDED
Wise and witty, the stories do give you a peek into the author’s convoluted brain for nothing in the stories is direct and predictable.
Love Story
Life was happening happily. In the abyss of her thoughts, deep buried in the vaults of imagination, I lay. Overgrown mane of expression, blemishes of
The Auxiliary
About a dozen boys, between the ages of eight and fourteen, were jeering at him. He in turn was making the situation worse for himself
Give me Some Time
Sparkling clean water splashed into the tub. The tub’s bright yellow color reflected various hues in its shimmering liquid. Trisha with her little chubby fingers
Born Out of a Chance
“Nobody wants to make a documentary these days!” I scowl at Mai, for no fault of hers. “All they want is an item song, a
Dingy Shadows
“Sumitraaaaaa…….” His raspy voice, send a chill down her lean, tall spine. Hurriedly, she went to open the door, on the way toppling on Bunty’s
Molly the Star
The night sky was a dark blank sheet. Molly, the mole, from the grassy knoll propped up her head, waiting for her favourite stars to
The Bride I Longed For
I was still a thief when I met Shimona, and though I was only twenty, I was an experienced and fairly successful hand. Pick-pocketing being
