A crispy dosa and freshly roasted filter coffee story by Priya Srivastava
We recently organized a short story writing competition in which Priya Srivastava gave her best and offered us a tasty story on our plate, which brought water in our mouths, so let's share this story with you as well, so that you can satisfy the virtual hunger. It was 1:30 a.m., that quiet hour when dreams feel heavier than reality and even worries loosen their grip. Priya was fast asleep, wrapped tightly in her blanket, when a whisper brushed her ear. "Let's go to Shimla tomorrow." She frowned without opening her eyes. "Nilanshu, let me sleep. Stop joking." Shimla sounded impossible at that hour, too far, too sudden, too dreamy. Within seconds, she slipped back to sleep. But Nilanshu stayed awake. While Priya dreamed, he booked the bus tickets, checked routes, packed snacks, and quietly planned everything. He loved surprises, the kind that didn't ask permission, only created memories. Morning sunlight crept through the curtains when Priy...