Vicky Bhaiya: A man of enigma
I had recently gone to an event where i found out that there was a story-writing competition going on and the inner adrenaline rush forced me to register instantly in that competition. I filled the registration form and taunted one of the volunteer asking, "Where do I have to collect the prize?" She didn't say anything but abuses were all over her eyes. Big and red. Not even blinking. She hadn't slept last night, I guess. I took the writing-book and glanced a bit. The prime rule of the competition was that the story had to be written solely in 'Devnagri' and I was quite enthralled as it was just few months ago when my heart had decided to restore the love in Hindi literature....