Story with Tag: childhood memories


In one June evening, after so many years, I saw him again, sitting beside the pond with a fishing rod. He now looked old. But all his actions and poses were of that of the same man I saw in yesteryears. (Reads: 30)

Alternate Mother

She told me various stories of king and queen, warriors, wicked old man who used to kidnap small child when I sleep. I love to hear from her. We used to play hide and seek and she always finds me easily. (Reads: 139)