Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
Teach For India Fellow
Story of the Month Dec’16: My kids changed, slowly and steadily. Yes, they fight but rarely but they are trying to change and that’s what matters. I taught them theatre as a way in which one could express.
She left five minutes early the next morning to see if she found him there. She stopped when she heard his voice, trailing in the morning breeze,
“But you don’t have to study any more. Isn’t that what you always wanted?”,“Maybe I just wanted a break”,“I want it too”,“You always liked studying.”
It’s not a normal rally that Kolkata has seen. It is one of those rallies which is turning into a revolution that every ruler and citizen will remember in ages
I could not face him anymore. “Hi”, he said. My brain was taking a break and I could not figure out which one to say first – Thank You or Sorry
Dear diary, I trust you of all the human beings. If something happens to me, and the whole world judges me, I want you to know why I did what I did.
So you see, when I don’t have time to miss my close ones, I hope you aren’t hoping that I’ll miss my ex! I miss my friends from the theater,
She had her aims, he had his poems. To him, the world was red, to her life was green. He never understood her. She never understood him.
