Diwali was Nandu’s favourite festival. He used to love the sound of crackers bursting and giving out lights of various colours. Mesmerized by the beauty of his village, lit by hundreds of diyas he would often wonder that why didn’t people light their houses like that every night. Nandu woke up…
Lost Childhood It was one of those dreaded summer day when no-one dares to venture out in the sun. I sat fuming down on the pavement and bought a pack of juice andthat was when a gentle tug drew my attention. A dirty yellow shirt, three size too large and…