“My greatest loss, huh?”, she asked the interviewer. Her eyes were gleamy. One could not tell if she was in pain or deep regret. She seemed to walk down an unperturbed memory lane. She sat there. Lips sealed, for like a minute. “Ma’am? Your greatest loss? Do you recall any?”, the interviewer distracted her. She glanced at her and thought…
So often we have a dream so good we wish it were true. Some of us are lucky and for some, dreams just remain that. But, how cool would it be if it did? She used to see this guy every day. Right across the corridor. Hanging with his friends. Grinning and giggling. Sometimes, laughing really loud. His dimples were…
The rainwater poured on him as he tried to pick up left-over food and unused materials from the garbage dump. He held a black polythene bag over his shoulder and scoured for anything that seemed of a little importance to others. He was drenched and water tripped from his torn, ragged clothes and wore a mucky banyan. His bare shoulder…