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Sameer Maheshwari woke up early on Tuesday morning; he was surprised with his own self. He attributed the reason to his need to plan the next prank. Naina had played well. The pani-puri and grease trick both had been pulled off perfectly, and if he discounted the slight uneasiness…

The Sunday mornings in Agarwal house usually started with Mahabharat, and then it was time for an unhealthy but delicious breakfast of fafda-jalebi. This Sunday however was little bit different for Naina as she sat near the window hearing Draupadi quote Prahalad, “revenge is not always better, but neither…

It was not often that Sameer would not be bored of something; usually he rarely stuck to one thing or one place, or even one person. His Nanu often compared him to a butterfly, flitting from one flower to another, never resting at one place. He didn’t really know…

Just like the colors in a Kaleidoscope would turn and twist to reveal new formations, the mind of the two people in Marina café also started to swim through flashes of colors, from clear to blur images. Time stood still as the tale of destiny started to play like…

The orange gold rays of the sun filtered through the dense clouds, it was still April, yet she wished that the rains would come soon. She loved watching this street in particular while it rained. The deep grey tarmac would turn onyx, glittering as water gathered, and the white…