I was pointing the gun towards him. At point blank range, it would have taken the shit out of anybody, but he was smiling. He freed himself from all the guilt by a simple confession of mistrust. I was feeling helpless even after having the gun. Controlling the urge to kill, I let him go. The above fiction was previously published in Fried Eye […]
(I know its a weird piece, so read it and forget it. It is fictitious! Not intended to hurt anyone's heart. )"Somebody please call 911""Why..What happened?" -- PB got up from the lazy bone chair and asked.“Its burning" "Its burning" Urvashi crossed holding hard her pink make-up box.PB was invited to swargalok by Indra […]
Fried Eye is a variety feature magazine presented by a group of youngsters from North-East India.
Fried Eye is a platform for experimentations with the multidimensional slices of life- through the mixed-combo of photography, dialogues and expositions on any theme you might want to explore.