http://slow.writerscafe.org/kaushikmitra The original writings of author Kaushik Mitra en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776111471 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A boy, forced to sell "patang" due to his family needs, is living with his Uncle, awry. With a constant doleful look, he grew more and more despondent. After 3 months, I encountered him. What changed? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaushikmitra/1616794/ Wo lamha shayad bayaan na kar pau, mila tha jab usse pehli baar. Pehli mulakaat ki kashish hi anoothhi thi, aaj bhi muskaan chhod jati hai. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaushikmitra/1103365/ How it feels when someone very close to you is forced to fly away from you and you are just helpless! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaushikmitra/1059993/ That accident turned all my green leaves, of my friend tree, to yellow, one by one, as if spring has arrived, not for me! I wish I could change this everlasting season! Surely, someday I will... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaushikmitra/1038840/ Death is quite confusing! Sometimes we want to taste it and sometimes we all are afraid! Yet we know the death will taste us, for sure... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kaushikmitra/1033986/