The Sniper , after having made his last kill , pulled out a worn out photograph from his back pocket and kissed it joyfully.

“The War. It’s finally over.I’m coming home.”

As the soldiers did a final sweep of the war zone,the sniper went over to examine the last soldier on the enemy front who he had just killed.

His camouflage soaked in blood, he lay lifeless on the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the sky and his hands on the chest…

…holding an old photograph.

-Arpit Mahindru

Arpit has authored The Orchard a story of a young man who fights the norms of the society and battles convention in a quest to rediscover himself.