“Trying to divert my mind, I look around the tiny living room. The peach of the faded wall reminds me why I hate the colour so much – it reminds me of this home and many other things. I avert… — Alka Dimri Saklani Copy Share
“The memory is ancient, yet, somehow stronger than the night I was last awake. Isn’t that the thing about memories - some rust before… — Alka Dimri Saklani Copy Share Image
“Trying to divert my mind, I look around the tiny living room. The peach of the faded wall reminds me why I hate the colour so much – it reminds me of this home and many other things. I avert my gaze and it lands on the wrinkled brown curtains with a tiny hole at the bottom. I wonder when… — Alka Dimri Saklani Copy Share
“People say we should forget our past, but what if our past refuses to forget us? Sometimes, it holds us like a hook, and… — Alka Dimri Saklani Copy Share Image
