The road to Kabul

The train came every evening exactly at 6. It's whistle sliced the afghan countryside, loud enough to crack the wooden windowpanes of the brittle mud houses. Raahil never glanced at the train pass. Fo...

RaaviA student of standard 10th, who had started writing this novel for fun and took it lightly but ended up finishing in tears. Born and bought up in Mumbai with chaos as her only trait.