Bidding Adieu

The Reflection of a Fight

To Major-General Huang,
This is the third war I’ve fought in my lifetime. They say time heals everything, it gets easier. But you and I both know that when we walk out onto that battlefield, the hurt is never any less painful. Both of us can argue the reasons behind waging this war for hours on end knowing very well the real story- the failure of diplomacy and the impatience of our governments. A handful of men in suits, an order, an attack and out go a hundred thousand men in uniforms, carrying courage, purpose, and fearlessness. Listen to me, I must sound so na├»ve, fully aware of the fact that war becomes an unwanted move in tensed situations; aware of how sometimes violence is the only answer you’re left with.
My reason for writing you wasn’t to talk about war and its dynamics. This is my apology. I know for a fact that we regret every tact we’ve used because it only meant more death, more family members getting their loved ones in caskets, more agony. I wal…



Well imagine this – you’re in your all-serious mood, determined  and have your heart set on finding the perfect cure to malaria but all that remains, is a sludge of sticky, ugly looking piece of your attempt in your apparatus – frustrating, isn’t it? Well, apparently not in the case of chemist William Perkin, who now is accredited by the world for his irreplaceable discovery of the first synthetic dye.
Perkin was an 18-year old student at the Royal College of London when he attempted to find an artificial alternative for quinine, an anti-malarial drug derived from tree barks which were highly expensive and time-consuming – despite countless tries, he wasn’t successful. However, during one of his experiments, he discovered a thick purple sludge; the color immediately caught his eye. The product, made of carbon-rich tar from distilled coal took on an interesting shade of purple, a color much in demand by the textile industry at the time. Perkin isolated the hue, which he named ‘mauve’ –…


Episode 5: The Final ChapterAs David stumbled out of the restaurant, his mind spinning, he realised that this haunted town had more dark secrets to unleash. He ran as fast as he could and finally hid behind a bush. How would I escape? This question was wheezing through his brain when he saw an abandoned bicycle behind a tree. It was as if his question had been answered. He quickly sat on the bicycle and zoomed towards the edge of town.

As he neared the exit sign, he started peddling faster but was roughly pushed back into the town just as he reached the exit. It was as if an invisible wall was surrounding the town making it impossible for him to leave. Just then, he saw that the words on the exit signboard were changing.  The sign now read- “The one who tries to escape, beware! If you want to survive, then we give you a chance. Go to the Town Hall and pledge your life to us by reading out the Oath of Gilamoor written on the first page of the curse book. Remember if you read anything…