Harmony Heights, was a tall residential apartment complex in Delhi. Once a vibrant community known for its friendly neighbours and lively gatherings, the complex had recently fallen into conflict. Tensions over parking spots, noise, and minor disagreements had created an atmosphere of distrust. Neighbours barely exchanged greetings in the corridors, and laughter had become a […]
The streets of Mumbai were always alive with noise and activity, in this din lived a young boy named Anand. He was only twelve years old and had no home to call his own. Anand had once lived with his parents in a chawl, but after his father lost his job, life became difficult. Unable
Sekhar, a 7th Class student, sat at the back of the classroom, head low, dreading the moment his teacher would call on him. His notebook was full of scribbles and scratched-out words, a mess of half-finished sentences. Words on the blackboard looked like a jumble of letters, and his heart pounded every time the teacher
In a historical city, amidst the shadows of ancient forts, there stood a prison known for housing the most hardened criminals. Surinder was one among them. His name was once spoken with fear. He had been convicted of robbery, violence, and even betrayal of his closest friends. Years in prison had made him bitter. His
In a small village by the river, there once lived a man named Raghav. But unlike most, Raghav was feared and hated by all. Years ago, Raghav had committed unforgivable acts. He cheated the poor farmers of their hard-earned money, leaving them with barren fields and empty stomachs. One stormy night, in a drunken rage,
Holi was just around the corner, and excitement buzzed through the air in the apartment complex. Ranita and Samia, two friends in the complex, were preparing for the festival. Ranita was known for her careful nature; she liked to plan everything. Samia, on the other hand, was spontaneous and thrived on chaos. She was ready
Prachi sat on her bed, scrolling through her phone as the sun set outside her window. The warm glow of her screen illuminated her face, revealing her furrowed brow. “How can everyone be so perfect?” she thought, watching her friends post pictures of their lavish vacations, new clothes, and seemingly happy families. With each scroll,
Anu wiped her forehead as she stirred the pot of dal on the stove. Her hands ached from a long day at the office, and the unpaid bills sat accusingly on the kitchen table. She had been managing everything—work, home, kids—since her husband’s sudden death two years ago, but today felt particularly overwhelming. Her daughters
It was a busy Monday morning, and Mansi hurried out of her house, her mind already racing with tasks for the day ahead. She quickly locked the door, hopped into the auto-rickshaw, and set off for work. Halfway through the ride, she realized something—she had forgotten her lunchbox on the kitchen counter. “Uff, not today!”
It was a warm Sunday afternoon, and the Agarwal family had gathered for lunch at their ancestral home. The dining table was filled with the aroma of freshly cooked parathas, sabzi, and chutney. Everyone chatted and laughed, catching up on life’s updates. The room buzzed with the usual banter that came with big family gatherings.