Story of Nani Maya

Mrs. Nani Maya set the kettle out from the fire. She poured herself a cup of black tea and sat down on an old torn doormat on the front door of her home, looking towards the roadside. The drops of...

Character Writing Part #1

To the guy who talked less, I first noticed him on the corridor of my college. A tall dark guy, walking alone in the hallway with his hands in his pockets. He walked quite different, too hurrying. He wasn't the...