HRKH stories

   The timeline swiftly shifts to the present, where Ravi, Ismael, Maya, and Daniel enter a street. As they enter, Daniel asks Maya, "Are you sure this is the place where that man lived?" Maya, with a determined nod, responds to Daniel, "Yes, this is the place." As they proceed, Ravi asks, "But how will we find his house?" Ismael responds, "Let's ask from the nearby houses." With a stern intention, they decide to locate this man. While inquiring about the man's location, their attention is caught by a funeral poster hanging on a nearby wall.     The atmosphere grew heavy as they read the details on the poster – it was the same man who had tried to harass Maya during that bus incident. Their eyes couldn’t believe what was in front of them. They approached one of the residents on the street, from whom they learned that the person had suffered a cardiac arrest and passed away. Shocked and perplexed, Ravi, Ismael, Maya, and Daniel stood in

  Later that day, Ishmael found himself sprawled on his bed, lost in a treasure trove of memories about his days with Shruthi. As he daydreamed, one memory shone brighter than the rest. It was a sunny October day, and Ishmael's classmates were all busy cramming for their upcoming semester exams. Notably, Daniel, Ravi, and Maya were missing in action. In this studious setting, Shruthi was the epitome of focus, buried deep in her books.   On the other hand, Ishmael was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, wasting time like a pro. His thumb finally landed on a meme that cracked him up, and he couldn't help but share the hilarious find with Shruthi. Their laughter echoed in the room, forging a silent connection between them. After that Shruthi asked in sign language, “Ishmael, why aren't you hitting the books? What's your excuse?”   Ibrahim then replied, “See Shruthi, I have been trying to understand concept for past two weeks. But nothing going inside my head, so I

  It is the month of September, rain clouds gracefully released their water over the bustling city of Mumbai. The rain saturated the streets as the overcast sky painted a serene backdrop. Amidst the rhythmic rain, a church emerged, showcasing its majestic architecture against the downpour. The church, with its tranquil ambiance, stood tall and dignified. As the raindrops continued their dance, a teenage boy ventured into the church. Upon entering, the striking architecture of the church unfolded before him. The high ceiling was adorned with lights and fans, evenly spaced, creating an intricate and majestic space. The light filtering through the windows painted vibrant colors on the stone-surfaced floor, enhancing the beauty of the surroundings.   The boy’s footsteps echoed softly, as he walked down throughout the church. The boys finds a place for himself and started muttering in front of Jesus statue, “Dear Father, today the city venturing in rain same me also venturing with grief o

  Today, the day of farewell, has arrived. After more than 8 months, I am going to meet him. The person who was helping me by hiding in the shadows is finally going to reveal himself. In these 8 months, he hasn't made a single attempt to disclose his identity, but he has consistently supported me whenever I faced emotional or academic challenges. He does all of this out of love for me, but don’t want a romantic relationship with him. It was quite weird, but that thing made me fall for him. He knows everything about me, but I know just a single thing about him. That is his name only, Vishwa, but that is also a fake name. No one would believe this fantasy—a stranger who is helping me without anything in return. I was anxious; what does he look like? What does a voice sound like? What is his real name? Many things are surfacing in my mind. Whatever it may be, I will love him. Even if he tries to go away from me, I will hold his hands.   As I continued to revisit the past in my mind,