Short Story
[I have this feeling that one of these days, I'm going to be in serious trouble. I look out the window, find a girl with a book in her hand and here I'm with a story! God help me.] Love Unrequited: Shipra was the daughter of my next door neighbour; Mr. Sen. She was 16 or 17, in the full bloom of youth. The mass of ruffled, curly hair that she would tie in a bun at the back; her black eyes held the mystery of the unfathomable ocean topped with a sprouty, curvy figure, would always draw people to her. I was proceeding to the Milk Depot early in the morning of that gorgeous summer day, when quite unexpectedly I ran into Shipra. Summer was slowly making way for autumn and the fallen leaves from the trees on either side of the road, made some intricate patterns. The sun, behind me in the eastern horizon, was languidly making his way up, casting a golden glow all over. Shipra had a kasmiri cardigan spread across her shoulders. In her body-hugging dark blue jeans, she was the...