My
sister’s wedding was a cold and beak morning in December.as I sat by the
window, I saw a few children play in the fresh snow that had collected in their
garden, or the remains of one. I smiled. Not a happy one.it reminded me of the
not so fond memories of a childhood long gone…
An hour later,
my sister could not be found. Perhaps pre-marital jitters. Or so everyone
thought. Until somewhere amidst the snow someone spotted a veil, spotted with
three drops of blood.
--Yagnaseni Mitra
Department of English
UG 1
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