The tailor’s workshop was on the second floor of a rundown three-storey building, right upon the road that connected the small town’s most famous temple and the wholesale market that catered to a wide section of consumers, who thronged to buy cheap and in bulk. Add to that the students who…
Category: Short Stories
Intended Fairy Tales! | Verse 2 | by Aaditi
She spun and she spun, till black turned to red, elsewhere the lad slept fitfully in his lumpy bed. That night they sent him a dream of the lonely helpful witch, if he could lure her…
Chaotic Musings 