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Murthy, seeing no other option, acquiesced. “It is here” the Inspector said, pointing at Murthy’s embarrassingly worn and torn leather shoes. He reached inside the left shoe and foraged like he knew something was there. Nothing. He reached a

Abish was a robber, and Murthy would not have had the faintest idea if not for Inspector Raghu’s revelation. Murthy started to wonder if his ever-so subjective irritating presence in the hallway had anything to do with the murder. He lapsed into

The clamour percolating the apartment’s hallway found its way into the earshot of every tenant of Parvathi apartments, each enjoying their Saturday morning, as khaki-clad men strolled back and forth from apartment 201 to the hallway. At least once ev

Arjun and his- what most people with a considerable love for canines would regard as cute- labrador lived in apartment 202. Arjun was a subject of admiration by the tenants of Parvathi apartments, because he was perceived as an amiable person by most

Murthy regretted not remembering to carry an umbrella. His wet clothes pressed against his skin, irritating him. Murthy had his shirt over his head in an attempt to save his hair from the inevitable rain. It’s not as if he had a lot - he had just eno

டேய்.. இன்னுமா தூங்கற, எழுந்திரு டா..."      பழக்கமான அதே அம்மாவின் குரல் தான். எழுந்து அரைத் தூக்கத்தில் மணியைப் பார்த்தேன்.. அன்று கொஞ்சம் அதிகமாகவே தூங்கிவிட்டேன். பழக்க தோஷம். காரணம், அன்று வியாழக்கிழமை. பசிக்கும், தூக்கத்திற்கும் நடக்கிற போ

1. It’s relaxing.                                  For millennials, reading can be a highly effective method of relaxation. There is no doubt that the youth of today are subject to significantly more anxiety, stress and depression than any other gen

It is 4:00 A.M in the morning, I twist and turn my body hoping to finally find a position I can fall asleep in. Recently, I came across an anonymous post on the confessions page of my college that completely disturbed me, costing me my sleep. It was

I know what you're thinking. How can traffic save a person's life?! Ha! I mean, just a cursory glance through last week's newspapers would yield at least one tragedy caused due to an ambulance stuck in traffic. But I am not talking about the life

  The clock is ticking and time is fading. Not very slowly, but slow enough for the deep caverns in my heart to fill itself with that strangely marooned feeling, as if it were heavy with emptiness. Life has this really strange way of announcing