Stories By 'Bibhuti Shah'


Bibhuti Shah, Aug 29 2018

The loud Azaan made its way into Jannat’s room in an attempt to rouse every single atom and molecule. Jannat struggled to open her eyes as she sluggishly fished for her watch. The space under her pillow was a vast pool of her belongings. “Where did I keep it?” by now, Jannat was wide awake.
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The day I was rejoicing, people were dying; when we were lighting fire crackers, they were in blackouts. When the sky was simmering, they were mourning
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