A poor father reflects upon his four daughters while sitting in a metro and realizes that he has a mighty task upon hand to marry them off.
Author: pranshoopandey
The Violinist
Mayan played the violin deep into the night, tunes of love and of spring and the rains, while she sang in the unknown tongue Mayan could not understand and yet feel deeply in his heart.
The girl without a ticket
Her kohl lined tears stained eyes met mine, the most persuasive pair of eyes I’d ever seen. I looked from her to the elderly ticket checker
