Coco was all set to leave for her very own quaint little bookstore located in the by-lanes of Bombay. She wore the shirt displaying checkered patterns in shades of black and green. Pairing it with her blue denims, she let loose her shiny black hair earlier tied into a loose bun and left the house…

The Last Chance

The less time there remains in your life, the less you want to waste it. I and Ila strolled out of the Interior-Café not with second but the last chance of rekindling our long lost relationship. Atmospheric electricity sent mysterious squalls of frangipani and jasmine lingering in fragrant air pockets while it rained. I felt…