Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
Writing is air to my soul. It is warmth to my cold soul when I am low during my hard days. It is what I know the best. I have two active blogs where I regularly blog about stories and poems. Writing keeps me happy and feeds my creative hunger.
After twenty four years, they find that they are not compatible together. The years of love and togetherness is forgotten within minutes when they file the divorce.
I waited for her reply eagerly. I had asked the guy to deliver the message to ‘Shilpa’. I hope that she hasn’t reacted negatively to my message.
I couldn’t believe that I was now a dead man. I cried watching my body as I thought about the future of my wife, Mala. She had never been alone up till now.
Her family was involved in wedding preparation. There was mixture of excitement and stress in the house. The ladies of the house were busy
I hurried towards the bus stop. I was climbing the pavement when I bumped a guy. I looked up at him and something struck me
Raji was busy preparing her daughter’s favorite dish. She hadn’t been talking to her properly since Raji’s divorce. She had tried hard to keep her daughter happy.
Editor’s Choice: Mr.Sathyapaul was doing one of his favorite pastimes – watching news. This was the only way of avoiding the circle of thoughts. But these thoughts were irreplaceable
