It might have been
Look, down there. That thing you just saw, shattered into a million tiny little pieces, is my heart. That sound you just heard was...
Teachers Our Mentors
?The true teacher defends his pupils against his own personal influence.? Have you noticed that we have teachers around us at almost every moment...
Find A Way Out
This is a haphazard story of disaster, a generalization of sorts. The "man" could be you, me or anyone else. My "story" is not...
On Being A Writer
Almost unsurprisingly, she had returned from her self-imposed hiatus. They'd warned her about it, everyone around her. One had told her (and this warning...
Chandrapur: The Forgotten Capital
Dale Menezes is Currently studying in XII Arts, at Smt. Parvatibai Chowgule College, Gogol, Margao - Goa. He has Represented Goa at the National...
What Sets Us Apart?
You look at me. Almost shyly, I look back. There is much in these there-but-not-quite gazes, though they are silent. You are going, and...
On Being Judged
She was understandably angry. Everyone she knew had some sort of comment to make and she was fed up of hearing them. She knew,...
The birth of Spring
?Somehow in the dead of winter when its 40 below, so cold your words just freeze in the air, you think you'll never hear...
The Christmas Miracle
T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a soul was stirring, not even a mouse;The stockings were hung by the chimney...
Dead Letter
I choose to call this a dead letter because I've decided its faith even before it has taken shape. Since I chose to bare...
