With every difficulty, there will be ease…
The curse of Chandarpur: Chapter 6
The corridor stretched before him, ornate lamps attempting to bring some light into the dreaded bleakness of what seemed like never-ending gloom. A cold draft sliced through the outstretched passageway enveloping him in a sudden fit of shivers. Intaking a deep breath, he pulled his sweater closer to his skin, attempting to warm himself through…
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…
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Musings of a spectacled mind 