It was seventeen minutes past one when I received the text message.
‘Come to the terrace,’ it said.
Piyush, my son, had invited me for dinner at nine to his hostel room. His promises to come in fifteen minutes had added up to four hours. Still, I could wait for him for hours on end. He was all I had after my husband, Dev had left us six months ago.
I reached the top in no time. Despite the pitch...

When things are hard, you can just cry in pain

    You'll always have me, even if the world turns cold

        For to have faith is to have wings. 

            Mortals tend to see only what they understand

                But you, your existence is limitless.  
 

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay? That was my bad... I'm just tired, I guess." Letty managed an apologetic smile. 

"HAH! TIRED! JUST ANOTHER WORD FOR LAZY! PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE AN EMBARRASSMENT TO SOCIETY! I KNOW FOR A FACT - A FACT - THAT YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE" The tall lady with the face as red as her temper and an air of arrogance about her would not have been happy to know that Letty was in fact not paying any...

If I could stop time, I would have to do it now. The thick canopy above my head acts as a blood-orange filter, the little sun reaching through the leaves tinted a deep auburn. All is still except for a collection of leaves floating down from their branches, toppling through the air, landing on a bed of their brothers and sisters lost to the season. A squirrel scuttles about, too brisk to catch a glimpse, uninterested by anything other than finding nuts to...

Qetsiyah woke up with a start. She had been screaming in her sleep till her throat had went hoarse. Wincing with pain, she got out of her bed and walked up to the only window in her room.

A soft breeze was flowing outside the big and airy window. The clear air felt like ice on her sweat-beaded face. It went past her shoulders and lightly ruffled her midnight black hair.

Somewhere, in the distance, she heard the soft strummings...

A pair of bloodied, mud-covered black converse stopped eye-level with Brent’s face. The owner was close enough to pull him from his hiding place but not smart enough to find him. For now, Brent was safe. The drain where he was sitting wasn’t very big, luckily as the smallest boy in his class, Brent fit snuggly into the space without having to contort into a strange and uncomfortable shape. The converse moved on. The image of them lingering in the...