A Dead Red Flower

As I fingered the soft red petals, I was torn between the impulse of crushing the frail flower in agony and preserving the flower for an eternity. It was a symbol of love- found and lost. This flower that I plucked from beneath the neat folds of her hair was the only thing keeping me … Continue reading A Dead Red Flower

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Footprints in the Sand

BY ANITHA CHAKRAVARTHY The sea could not touch her little feet, as she hopped back every time making it impossible for it to touch her. Her smile broadened every time she disappointed the wave. She chuckled in happiness about the little victory of her’s. The sea tried harder and harder only to fail every single … Continue reading Footprints in the Sand