This isn’t a goodbye letter nor am I telling you to divorce me. However, please understand I will never like to stay with a man, who doesn’t respect me or my sense of self. Story of broken marriage
Then one fine day, I decided to resort to my routine activity,What else, but reading and writing to create my new entity.I sat in front of my window to write,
Anita had married Vishal, against her father’s wishes to only regret later. Vishal had grown suspicious and overtly possessive and psychopathic, in his behavior,
“Call them and find out if your interviewer is there or not. If he is, then go or else you are coming with me! Not every day our party wins yaar!”
Maybe she doesn’t want to live here as that will make her feel indebted, but living in an old age home will make her feel good. When she sees and lives with people of her age,
I was happy as she had a place to lay eggs, while I had a clean balcony. I also supported her gestation period, by giving her bread crumbs by the window sill.
The doctor came towards Chitra and spoke slowly, as if assessing the potential reaction of his words. “I’m sorry Mrs. Dasgupta, but we couldn’t save your son!”
No matter how unexplainable it seemed, she just couldn’t get over him and his thoughts. His thoughts made her go weak and crave for him more and more.
Born to be huge, yet Chub despises his large ‘elephantine’ size and often indulges in silly diet, with the help of his two friends, to reduce weight.
Editor’s Choice: A cute little story of a bus driver, who falls head over heels for a girl, who just happens to be his daily passenger. Amidst their silence, there is still something that Prakash reads in her eyes and smiles that keeps him going!