The wind chimes
It was a beautiful Sunday, the third weekend of January. The sun was not visible, and the clouds looked gloomy, but the day was special to me for its memories. ...
Tag: Stories
The last foreword
“Amazing how Arjun scored such high marks in the exam, Meera, specially after this loss.“, commented Kamlabai. Meera too was proud that the death of...
Innocent thoughts
At times, my daughter and I play this game of making stories with few key words. It’s interesting to see the thought process of young ones. For example, yesterd...
The Saturday Night Date.
He watched her with overflowing love as she ate her favourite food, chocolate ice-cream. He kept sipping his iced tea and nodded his head as she spoke non-stop ...
The Witness
The night was young. She was walking home on the road, but there were two others behind her today. I noticed them before she did. But she did ran for her safety...