With every difficulty, there will be ease…
The curse of Chandarpur – Chapter 2
I sipped on the warm stew before me, steam curling up from it, reaching out and vanishing somewhere in the heavy atmosphere. I blew on it lightly and took a sip. Familiar and unfamiliar memories threatened to burst out with that one small taste of home. A sharp pain ripped through my skull, and something…
The curse of Chandarpur: Chapter 1
The black ambassador slowly tore through the thick curtains of fog only to be engulfed by it repetitively. I closed my eyes and focused on the vibrations of the car as it slowly swiveled on the winding mountain road. Beside me, Sahil sat in what I thought was a relaxed manner. His presence made the…
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Musings of a spectacled mind 