Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
I Love stories. love writing. (That's kind of...obvious..na?!) I imagine situations and start talking...often giving mum a fright! (she thinks i have gone really crazy whenever she catches me talking in 'imagined' situations ) One of my lifelong regrets will be that i will never know how good i am, considering the depths of my indulgence in self analysis and self criticism. ;) take care. And ya..why not we stop smoking (at least in public) and make it a better(read smoke-free) place. God bless. :) (i know this might not seem 'biographical'...please dont complain)
This piece is a real life account and has become longer than I intended it to be. But, I did not feel like skipping anything. The story is a dedication to my father
Editor’s Choice: I am the last bench of my class. You can call me Bestie. A student had once scribbled on me, “Last bench is the best..!”
Story of the Month May’14: I held his left hand. He understood my touch more than he understood my words I suppose because he replied keeping his hand on my head,
As a child I spent my afternoons, cuddling in my grandmother’s lap, under the mango tree,Both my grandmother and I eagerly looked forward to these afternoons of intimacy.
