By Ritika Chand # The Fall Of A Mighty Archer The wind raged violently across the battlefield, wreaking havoc on the bloodstained land, forcing the two sides to halt mid-battle. Yet even these ferocious winds could not harm the two figures standing steadfast, gazes locked on each other. The deity with a peacock feather in his hair was the first to break the silence; sorrow clouded his eyes. “Mighty Archer,” he asked softly, “ why do you side with the enemy?” Eklavya gripped h

By Sukumar Ruj The car was speeding along very swiftly, but the mind wanted to move ahead with even greater rapidity. A remote could...