How funny is it that the same Red which speaks of love and heart speaks of blood and revenge too. A piece of work written in a small garden with lovely friends at a time when an idea meant the world for us – Samar Syal and Pragati Khabiya


The wild rain drummed angrily on the roof. Violent, it tapped on the windows and attempted at knocking the proud door down. It felt as if it desperately wanted to be welcomed inside the tiny but egotistical house.