Ancient history Stories

Never had Koushik come to this part of the main village before. It was situated on the very edge of the cluster of huts, and only a few miles from that, the village ventured into the nearest rainforest.  If Abbu and Ammu knew where he was right now, they would yell at him and never let him out until he was grown. But Ammu and Abbu did not have to know, did they? And his guard could be dim-witted at times, so Koushik did...

One. The oh-so-bulky laptop. Where I wrote you letters, and poems. I sat until my eyes were teary and all my thoughts were of you. Two. The little blue car. Where we shared our first real kiss (and many more). That took us to the ends of the Earth – or so it seemed – in our pursuit of termites. You sat back like you belonged – and you did. Three. Your eyes. I still don’t know just how to describe them. Four. Those furry b...