Hearing the gentle knock, he heads towards the gateway, his heart pounding, not knowing whom to expect at this hour.

“Do you know the reason why the sun is jubilant? It is because it has served its purpose for the day.”

Tara sits quietly as the men walk on without noticing her. The smell of kerosene stuns her nose; it reminds her of her father.

Ever since her husband took off with her children, it seemed as though she had forsaken life.

In the silence of the morning, Govinda was lost in his own thoughts. Suddenly a sharp ‘oye’ pulled him back to reality.

He gave up the idea of pursuing a career in art once he realised that colourful façades often hid dark and painful struggles.

We were like dewdrops, excited about dawn, but little did we know we were not meant to survive the light.

The man he had stabbed lived to tell the tale. But our boy, here, he could never come to terms with what he had done.

She knew that the world would never be the same again.

Through her, it felt as if I could almost sense how powerful love is.

Just as the lamb becomes a prey of the wolves in the darkness of the night, the sun made me vulnerable.

What happens when you get on the wrong side of moody person? You feel their wrath!

We both looked at each other, and there was a spark. Looking at him felt like being hit by the first drops of monsoon.

Pramod finally returns to his village after the death of his parents. What happens next, changes him as a person.

The wounded man was tall and carrying him was tough, but the boys managed it because it was a matter of life and death.

Kamal, who had gone to the US for his higher studies, has come back home. Now he is determined to make it a better place.

Summer turned to spring, and then to winter, but Pramod remained the same, studious and reserved. But one day that all changed.

Ravi is worried that his wife Sweta is getting mentally ill. To ensure she gets better, he takes her to a psychiatric in Varanasi.

Batman and Icecream go camping on New Year's Eve.

On this side of the bridge, people were singing hymns; on the other side, there was wailing. It was just so difficult, how a tiny bridge separated two completely different worlds and emotions.