Bibaswan Maharana

BY- BIBASWAN MAHARANA In this world full of sane people there was a street, well known for an insane one. That road took me to my destination every day. For a psychologist of 27, unmarried there was never any reason to reach home early. I was new to that city. And yes, even psychologists do feel lonely. But much to my delight I had got a case to study. A case which was never enrolled in any hospital. A case that roamed around in the city just like hundred others. Everyday while coming back from the hospital I would pack my food from a biriyani stall. Again, it’s just a lie that bachelors cook. On my way I would see him strolling here and there with his mental disorder just like a child does with his/her favorite doll. Then one day I decided to pack two food packets, one for me and the other one for him. My bike slowed down and seeing me get off it, he came to me. Didn’t ask for anything just looked at me, actually staring is the word for it. “What’s your name?” I asked. “umm... B...

                                                                            -BY BIBASWAN MAHARANA Disappointment was engulfing him just like dark clouds engulf a white sky. Umm .. what next .. rain? Yeah next is rain. On one side it was rain of water and on the other side it was of broken expectations. Well what do we do when it rains? We can open an umbrella and protect ourselves or we can just accept the rain as it is and get soaked. Akshit too wanted to open the umbrella, but he could not find it. Naina knew where it was but she stayed silent. For him, a long conversation was meeting an end. Everything was just ...