How blue is the Sapphire - Bhaskar Sinha || Short story || Prose || English Story
How blue is the Sapphire Bhaskar Sinha It was an arduous and over stretched journey, being the only son of a village usurer going to a reputed medical college to the capital city of the country. The closed and unswaying mind dazed with the enormous lights, sounds and extravaganza. …And there were Naveen, the classmate who seldom went to the class, but reading novels and poetry most of the time in his cosy hostel bed. The whole world admired him with an awe. To get his trivial attention, Avi was ever than fervent. If any time he was searching for some bucks, he was more than eager to open his purse. If Naveen was picking one or two big notes, Avi was reaching for cloud nine. Shelly, Byron, Keats, Dante, Vinci, Shakespeare, Voltaire, Ruanda, Michelangelo, Picasso, Oscar Wilde, Tolstoy, Mark Twain, Dostoevsky, Nabokov, Pasternak, Pablo Neruda, Chee Guevara, Mao, Mandela, drama, music, guitar and some many other first heard words from the mouth of N...