PART1 Day- 23rd December 2018,Venue- The Royal Plaza Banquet Hall,Time-10:30 pm. Few banquet hall workers were scattered all over hall. One of them was lifting the empty chairs, one after another and putting it on top of each other. Other was removing the rose and orchid decorations of the stage. Yet, another was removing the DJ set and adjusting the mic and all the wires which were attached to the sound mixer and speakers. Toddlers and kids were running around, playing ‘catch’, after having found the hall almost empty, whereas few late comer guests were still lingering in the ...Read More

PART 2 THE PAST Ajit had always been artistic and creative since school days, but owing to the middle Maharashtraian background, he was forced to pursue a safer, job securing profession: Engineering! He, like many unfortunate students of India, hated being an engineer but was to become one. After 12th, he gave entrance exams and somehow managed to secure an engineering seat into an average college. But his dislike for engineering, hostel life and the long boring lectures took a toll on him and he failed his first semester. He had an option to give them again in the next ...Read More

PART 3 THE PRESENT The presentation was a success and Creative Wings had bagged that account of women’s apparels. was ecstatic, as it was a very important account. Bagging this, would put them straight into the big leagues. Everyone knew, it was Saroj’s fresh ideas and her zeal which added the spark to this and made it a success. Everyone celebrated this success in the party which was thrown by the Creative Wings, everyone except for Saroj. She was nowhere to be seen. Ajit looked out of his cabin’s glass walls. He saw everyone either dancing, or taking shots, ...Read More

LAST PART I'm a Rape Survivor…and Nishi is a Rape Child….” these words hounded Ajit like a man, hammering his consciousness every second. He was on an autopilot mode, not having any awareness of when he left her apartment, when he started his car, and how he was half-way to his office. The success party was over now and what remained were just few traces of it, paper cups lying on the ground, paper plates piled on few tables, few deflated balloons scattered, mostly in pieces and few balloons just floating here and there. Ajit went into his cabin, ...Read More