

Mrs. M., the senior librarian, entered the library building of Boston University at 11 in the morning. She used the elevator and reached the 5th floor to enter her cabin. Settled herself and looked around through the glass panel. Only a couple of students were seen scanning some books. Mrs. M wondered whether that treasure of knowledge was being utilized by the students effectively for carrying out research work. She got the idea of doing some project work herself along with some students. She wanted to see the effectiveness of attracting students to this wealth of knowledge to do some real exploration. Lost in thoughts, she saw a young boy in his twenties hurriedly enter the section on Theology. That was Satish. He did not know where to start his research work to solve the mystery of Cosmos as depicted in the religious books. He was so confused that he did…
“Look look, there’s our friend, Bushy the squirrel,” I exclaimed to my sister. “Yes, let’s feed him,” she answered, her eyes sparkling. The slender…
At 9.30 p.m., on a Saturday, I told my mother, “The mass tomorrow is at 7 a.m. We will leave at 6.45 a.m. Don’t…
All through my trip to India, I heard so many people saying that I was not recognizable at all. I grew bald and I…
On a cloudy morning, an Army Shaktiman truck was parked beside a tea stall on the outskirts of Baramulla in Kashmir. Several soldiers remained…
On a wet, gloomy, rainy morning, when the alarm rang, Supriya snoozed it again. She pulled the blanket over her ears. A few more…
Darkness was all he knew. The world empty of color. Of hope. Empathy. There was nothing but shadows, painting the walls black. Shutting out…
I am UNIVERSE. I have started writing my diary when I am 1000 years old. Yes, that is when I became somewhat mature. First,…
It hadn’t rained in almost three weeks. It was an anthem for tabloid news outlets: The Drought of 1985. Now, with the late July…