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Amrit Sinha Sai Santosh Somuri Rachna Bansal Gupta Heema Shirvaikar  

The Hurdle

Amrit Sinha

As I walk towards the vines entwined across the fence, we bathed in the fragrance of pristine serenity. I remember how we curled up in love on the moist grass that rainy afternoon, tears exchanged with the tip of our tongues.
We disobeyed the fence at times, stealing long awaited celestial moments with the stars invading our privacy.
However, we never made promises; rather, we walked our separate ways, either side of the white fence, that symbolized the barrier that had always existed between us.
The fence stands majestically even today. Can I cross the hurdle one last time?

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- Sai Santosh Somuri

It started by escaping those awful clusters; light but heavy, vaporous and full of charge. Its gladness was short-lived however, for its not-so-beautiful gritty body became a repulsive pearl, thanks to the demonic forces of earth and air. It hated the newfound simplicity and grimly witnessed itself bounce off a big black dome before landing on a huge leaf. Down there, it loathed the idea of having to don itself in that nasty leaf-green and tried its best to stay exclusive. It genuinely hated the smell, the rainbow and the last ever sunray. And returned to those awful clusters. Again.

2. Escape

“You gutless coward left her un-raped,” laughed an imprisoned rapist.
“You imbecile! You didn’t leave her away still pretty?” retorted the acid-thrower companion.
“Ridiculous! Both the girls are doing light years ahead of what you thought; the first one lost all the awful memories and not a stain remains on the other’s face,” informed an elderly prisoner charged with the murder of his daughter’s husband.
He added thoughtfully, “You both are also doing well, for the sting of remorse has not yet chilled your spine. If it doesn’t dawn upon ultimately, you will be worth a rebirth again. Nasty. Guilt-loaded.”

Morning Jogs

- Rachna Gupta

It was a bright morning; I put on my jogging gear and decided to run 10 km; just like the doctor had advised. I walked out of my house, inhaled the fresh air and thanked God for a beautiful morning.

I began jogging and saw a group of guys standing; I grew tense as they looked mean. I started jogging faster and then I heard a whistle. I turned around, glared at them, holding my cell phone tight in case I had to call the police. Soon I noticed a cute little pup running to them. I turned around embarrassed!

Heema Shirvaikar


Finally, the day arrived. She was wheeled to the hospital bed. He received the news and rushed to be by her side. He’d hold her and look deep in her eyes, tell her everything would be alright. On the way to the hospital, his car met with an accident. Bleeding, he was brought by her side. As she went through unbearable pain, he battled for his life; right next to her, behind a thin curtain. The cry of their baby pierced the air and as it took in its first breath of air, He gasped his last, on the bed.


Like every night, she sat at the bedroom window. She closed her eyes tight and muttered fervently. She’d do this every night. Sit by the window, and wait for a star to fall. Did shooting stars fulfil wishes? She did not know. But she waited for them to fall anyway. Just like she searched for four-leaf clovers, coins, stray eye-lashes, and rainbows. She had a simple wish. She wished for a family. But the lucky charms weren’t strong enough to work their luck. Yet. Hopeful, she retreated to her bed, joining several others like her, in the orphanage ward.