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. 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 at all but abuses were all over her big and red eyes and she was 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 'Hindi' and I was quite enthralled as it was just a few months back when my heart had decided to restore my love in Hindi literature. I had become just like most of you guys who had knowingly( bloody showoff)/ unknowingly lost inte...