Vrushali DhageThe Betrayed BlossomIt was the month of December 2001. An unusually cold breeze was blowing in Mumbai, a place where winter lasts barely a month. The winter is…Feb 4, 2023Feb 4, 2023
Vrushali DhageThe First LineOften, I sit on my book-piled, untidy desk wondering how to begin my stories. The very beginning seems to be a primary hurdle. I tend to…Feb 1, 2023Feb 1, 2023