HSEB +2 Result
  • Rite of passage

    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...

  • The old parchment, music and love

    Consumed by the words on that piece of paper, he could feel something changing inside him. Somehow, he felt connected to the words—with all the sentiments impeccably inscribed by the...

  • The fag end

    Lives definitely changed. And love too changed, drastically. He would often sit on a chair on the veranda, trying to listen to the bird’s chirps but failing to hear anything. He looked...

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    Beyond the veil

    I have always believed that there exists a thin veil between dream and reality. A veil, only just separating the two. And here, I feel the veil between us, between our existing reality and...

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    Time

    Through the window one couldn’t see its entire features, but there was one thing that could be discerned easily: the clock didn’t respond to the time of the day—it lay still, clinging to...

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    Gone with the wind

    Her parents' room's door squeaked open. Her father, she could see, was opening the main door to let someone enter. Sanu couldn't exactly make out who the person was, but the jingling of...

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    Red Roses of Revenge

    The florist was rather ludicrous. So uncharitable and callous in his behavior and so unsociable and silent during conversations that he only replied with a nod or a shake of his head or at...

  • portrait
    An incomplete portrait

    In the solace of the evening, he would recline on his favourite chair and paint portraits...

  • mother
    Mother

    And when sunlight shone on her face, she looked beautiful and I could not believe she was no longer breathing the vital air. She had retreated into silence, never to be bothered...

  • Natasha Jha
    A promise

    The person who had fallen down the hill was ‘me’. As they brought up the carcass, I glanced at the body. I saw myself dead and my husband could not even budge, seeing me in such a...

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    Prince Samar and Bilraj

    I would stare out of the window for hours, watching how the clouds form different shapes and then disappear. Once I saw a giant elephant with it trunk raised in the air like it was...

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    Passing (or failing) the ‘Iron Gate’

    All want to die an easy death. But fate always strips us of the power of choice. Those who live easily do not die easily. Live free or die hard; one ought to make a...