With every difficulty, there will be ease…
The curse of Chandarpur: Chapter 5
A sickly young man with unkempt, tangled hair stared back at me from the mirror in my room. An out of body experience it wasn’t. Yet, it came close. A pair of baggy eyes stared intently into my observing ones. What was I looking at here? A man devoid of his senses? A man who…
The curse of Chandarpur: Chapter 4
I must have left the window open. Or else why would there be a sudden cold draft swirling inside my room? Ruffling the curtains dangling from the canopy of the four-poster bed I was occupying. To an observer, I might have looked to be deep in sleep. In reality, I cannot describe the state I…
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Musings of a spectacled mind 