Kishore’s father, Mr Keshab Sharma, was always hard on him. Ever since his early school days, his father had always expected him to perform very well academically. But Mr Sharma’s overbearin

It was first brought into class by Mukesh, the oldest among the kids and bit of a pervert. The graphic paperback with the racy illustrations, available only in shady corners of Ratnapark

Abdul bhai had never consumed alcohol in his entire life. ‘It is haraam’.

Khem Baaje with his long, wrinkled face walked toward the tap carrying a worn toothbrush with yellow bristles in his hand. He hated coming to the public tap for his daily chores but there wa

It had all begun a few days ago. Khanda Devi High School and Durga MaBi had defeated six other teams participating in the annual Kamalamaai Inter-school Cup Football Tournament to compete in