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Shrisha was a nice welcome to the gang of three. Yuuki and Sacar had someone to talk to besides each other since Aryan was a silent killer of the group. He had a hell lot of things to say but instead of saying them, he wrote them into his poems and updated them on his blog which had a few followers. One was Yuuki and another was a follower named Halo. There was another one follower who always made quirky comments and made a satire of his poetries. His name was Mantox kingdragon. It was a dark night. He was running away from something in a dark ally. He could see the light not so far away but he couldn’t reach it. He sensed a dark vibe coming from behind him. It was getting closer by the minute and he was running away. He then saw a female with black leather jacket, green t-shirt, blue jeans and black sandal reaching out to him. He grabbed on to those hands and that girl turned towards him. It was Shrisha. As soon as he saw her face the hand disappeared and vanished. he was being p...

Shrisha had just suffered a break up from her boyfriend Eric. They were in relation for a few years, like since grade ten. As she walks she has flash back of the time that they broke up. It was a dark evening and they were near Bhat-Bhateni. Eric had called Shrisha all of a sudden and told her that he wanted to break up with her, that he had fallen for another girl. “Sorry but I don’t love you anymore.” It was the last sentence that he said to her.   He just said those words and walked away leaving Shrisha in tears. It was just a day before and she had told one of her friends who had told Sacar. We ll it is said “ek kaan, dui kaan, maidaan” but the situation here’s more like “ek kaan, dui kaan” apparently not maidan. Sacar had suggested Shrisha that she should talk to Aryan as he knew how to deal with heart breaks. *snap**snap* “oi we’ve reached our destination!” Shrisha jerks and looks around. It was the same café that she had left just a few hours ago. Just a few hours ago s...

‘What am I even doing? Do I really wanna know? Why the hell am I even alive? I should’ve died in that accident that took mom away from me.   Why the hell am I even thinking these shits? Am I supposed to just waste my life like this? What is my purpose? I think I’m just a waste of oxygen here. Ah just sleep brain. Stop thinking these thoughts’ The morning came late. He was not eager to go to college but he had nothing better to do. Reluctantly he dressed up and started walking towards his college. It was some 20 minute walk from his house plus added detour of 10 minutes which he had to go just to pick up his friend. He rings up Sacar “oi! Get down soon. I’m outside” “I’m sick dude. Go on your own today. See you later” “yea yea whatever. Just get well soon. I’ll visit you later” and he walks towards his college alone with earphone in his ears and a cigarette on his left hand while putting his right hand inside the pocket. A pat from behind “hey!” it was Shrisha “Wait you smoke...

Here the story begins with a guy crying. It’s the rainy season and in the middle of the road there is an accident. A body lays flat with blood all over the road, with the rain spreading the blood. Suddenly he is in a dark corridor with lanterns hanging up in the walls providing a faint light, just enough to see a few steps forward. He walks through the small corridor with curiosity, wondering where it leads to. After a lot of twists and turns and a walk which seems like days, he finally reaches an opening. His crying had lessened down and he was somehow in a stable mood. He rushes towards the opening and reaches a place from our story began but he was not the once crying this time. He was just a spectator.   Slowly he makes his way through the crowd, pushing his way into the center where people had gathered and he sees himself, well a younger version of himself crying, hugging a dead body. Yes! That was his mother *ring* *ring* he suddenly wakes up. He rubs his forehead and li...