It was not an anger for my father’s deed, it was not a hurt feelings on my mother for suppressing the truth for so long, but it was my esteem to Bimala auntie, that brought tears in my eyes.
Author: Narayan
Why Can’t I Cry
They told me not to cry;after all, I am a man.I conceal my inner grieves within me,piling up one above others forming a wall.
The Fish with Golden Fins
Story of the Month Sep’14: With the passage of time, my friendship grew stronger with him.Sometimes I threw small pieces of bread one after the other, he would jump his body in the air
LLC03: The words left unsaid
It’s me, your love; nothing seems to attract to make me live for one more day. Darkness is everywhere. My room, my study, and even my favorite novels nothing seems to carry a ray of hope
The Cursed Train
It was a nightmare, a worst nightmare I ever had in my life. I could not sleep anymore after that from last one month; the agitation due to the fear of ‘the cursed train’
Confession of a Beautiful Mind
A cloud of fear was slowly disappearing from her, her churning stomach was becoming calm after a sudden storm, she was feeling immense joy inside her to be a part of her son’s happiness.
