I strained a smile and sipped from my cup. “It’s going to be okay, Rohan,” Tia said, leaning over the table to touch my hand. The lights flickered; I pulled my hand away, anxiety filling my stomach. She was confused. “I’m sure she’ll be found, you just need faith.” “Sure,” I responded, taking another sip.
It was quiet. My boss ordered me to check out this abandoned mental hospital. What he didn’t tell me was that the hospital was out in the middle of nowhere. As I was paying attention to the road, driving slow, and something jarred me from my thoughts. A white figure seemingly splotched with blood, or
Rohan sat against the wall stroking his wife’s hair as he held her head in his hands. “I love you so much, honey,” he said crying, tears splashing on her auburn hair. He sniffed and wiped his eyes. Standing up, he looked at the box on his desk. He took a deep breath and opened
“Do you forgive me?” I asked. She looked up and searched my eyes, before saying nothing and hanging her head. So much time had passed since I did those terrible things. They say time heals wounds, but just how much time is needed? I wondered what I could do that would change her heart; so
Hey guys today I am doing several book reviews within this single post, so excited. These books are from wonderful Indian writers who spun around our history into an amazing magical journey – The Winds of Hastinapur by Sharath Komarraju ‘My hair is white and thin, now. In a few moons, the Goddess will claim