Cheechun Ki Malliyan ki Raaniyan. We love a mixture of everything desi, kitschy and traditional, while being able to appreciate mainstream pop culture! While this blog is oriented around our writing, we hope our personalities manage to shine thorugh! We shall try our best to post once a week. This time, we had to choose a picture snapped by the other, and use it to compose a piece. She corrected herself, trying to steady her breathing.

An ordinary girl, trying do do extraordinary things. The room is vacant, vapid, impassive, motionless.

One memory at a time. A Tale of Two Classes. The wicked winter wind shook her to the core. There was a huge L shaped tear on her sleeve and it stung every time the wind blew. She clutched her child close to her. It was safe from the ghastly weather under three threadbare sheets. He walked into the house to the sound of china smashing. Fucking dipshits, both of them. He knew his sister was g.

Mask that failed to save. I was standing in a class occupied by bunch of students busy jotting down answers. I saw him coming towards me. He leaned on to the wall and smiled.