"Pushpa..Pushpa, screamed Mrs Bharadwaj on seeing her vase filled with dead roses again. It was third time in a row now. "How many times I had to tell her that…

I was standing six feet away from the edge of a deep trench. I had a piece of paper in my hand. It wasn’t blank; it had something written on…

She willed herself to not check her phone to see if he had replied. It had been about three days now. She hated that she was constantly checking his 'last…