Blue Witch
Raghu a teenager who was residing in goa with his parents and a very studious kid, one day it so happened that, Raghu looked across the Dining table, to where his father was reading the newspaper. Same old headlines- Matrimonial, deaths, corruption, politics. But then, in the corner-in a tiny blue box-were the words blue witches written in loopy script. Huh. “Hey, Dad?” Raghu said. “What’s Blue witches?” The newspaper fell from his hands, and Raghu caught a glimpse of his father’s face. It was horrified, red, and from there purple and blue and red again. Most strikingly, though, was how angry it was. Raghu had never seen him that angry before. “Get out,” he said. “What?” said Raghu. “Get out of my fu*king house!” he screamed. “You are no son of mine!” His mother, pale and shaking, began to cry, as she mouthed the words “ Nor mine. ” Raghu, crying, ran out of the house and onto the bus, still crying. His best friend, Das, sat down next to him. “You okay, Raghu?”