Flash Fiction

Harun, Are We Still Friends?

They say that the old psychiatric ward for special children, located around 40 mins by train from Kolkata, is haunted. Slashed barbed wire, overgrown moss, a stale damp odor kept all visitors - the curious and the skeptical, away from its vicinity.  The families who had their children in the ward were shunned from society… Continue reading Harun, Are We Still Friends?