Suhani was twenty-one when she met Umar for the first time during the second year of her college. Her home was at the city's periphery. She would travel mostly with her father, or else she'd resort to Umar's auto. Over a couple of years, Umar grows on her.
Once upon a time, in a village, there lived a man. The man was known as Thakur Sahab among the villagers. Thakur was filthy rich and an infamous lothario from a very young age. When he was merely twenty years old, one woman from the village lodged an FIR against him for the charges of non-consensual intimacy. Thakur's father was still the filthy rich back then. The father made sure that Thakur won't have to go to jail. Instead, the family of that woman had to leave the village. That's how Thakurs would deal with their problems."
Tridha Chattopadhyay was a brilliant student. She was pursuing her MBBS and lived in a girls' hostel. Her family lived in the same town, but she chose to stay at the hostel because it would give her more time to study. She has been studious ever since her school days.
Vaishali was a host of a reality TV show. She had been part of a few movies, web series, and TV shows. Her career had been stagnant for quite some years now. Vaishali got into the industry when she was twenty-nine years old, and now she is in her late forties.
For the past couple of months, I declined her multiple dinner invitations. She even suggested the idea of going out for dinner in case I didn't enjoy her food anymore. Actually, I wanted to go out with her or have a homemade dinner at her place too. But ever since lockdown, things have had changed.
Veena was 33-year-old and a mother of a 4-year-old boy. She never had time for herself up until now. Rohit, her husband, is an entrepreneur. Recently some rich people got interested in Rohit's product, and his business had finally started making some money.
Srija takes lessons on reproductive system from a peon. Prakash was a man in his mid-thirties. He was the office boy and the peon of a co-ed boarding school. With a height of 6 feet 2 inches, Prakash towers over all the other staff in the school. His daily duty begins early morning when he starts to whistle, passing next to girls' and boys' hostel dormitories to wake them up early for their morning exercises on the playground.
Hari Ram was a nineteen-year-old boy who was living alone by himself. His father left him and his mother when he left for Mumbai and got himself a daily wage job. After that, the father never returned to their village. Hari Ram's mother passed the very last year.
I was thirteen years old when I created an Instagram account for my mother. Sometimes it's hard to believe how dumb our parents can be when it comes down to using new technologies. At that time, I had no idea where this little Instagram account would lead us to. Mother followed me the next day, but I didn't follow back. I was not interested in checking her pictures or stories at all.
