It’s not just a Photo

As soon as the British announce the partition of India, blood flowed on the streets like water. It seemed as if the devil had unleashed his minions who were hellbent on enveloping the entire nation in its brutal grip. People, consumed in insatiable rage, murdered one another like beasts. The incessant banging on their door felt like nonstop punches to Akriti’s head.

An Eulogy to My Dear Friend!

Dear Romy, I have never felt more regret in my life for not clicking enough snaps than I do today. Your sudden demise has left a question mark on my whole belief system. I always believed in creating memories rather than capturing them, but today, I don’t know if this has been the best belief….