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~Bikrant Koirala~

I folded the sleeve of my shirt exposing the white skin beneath it. Hot air was constantly hitting my face, making its way through the open window of the vehicle. The road ahead was straight. Straight it seemed as if someone had drawn it with a ruler. Both sides of it were the open grassy fields, and on it were grazing small dots of cattle. The cigarette had burnt nearly up to the butt. I sucked it once and threw it out of the window. Jagdish had not spoken a word for sometimes. He was all busy with his clutch, gear and steering.

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~Bikrant Koirala~

She looked herself on the rear-view mirror before she pushed herself out of her car. The air was chill but she decided to leave the jacket in the car and walked down to the beach with her shades on. The cool air blew past her disturbing her loose white shirt and touching her skin beneath. She took in a deep breath feeling calm and relaxed. It wasn’t a regular day for her. She would have been in her work by then, probably eating her lunch and at the same time talking to her friends on the phone. She was on a sick leave, not physical but mental. What was the thing that was troubling her, making her feel so restless and occupying her mind most of the time. Was it Continue reading →