Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
young engineer flying always in different desired directions
I saw a miraculous change in the owner in fraction of a second. He rushed to the counter with a smile and apology on his face, took the mirror and did the job
Waiting for my school bus, I was reading newspaper at my shop. Those days, I used to be hungry for newspapers. The well folded, fresh pages of morning newspaper gives a soothing essence.
I remember the day when it was too hot in the month of June. As usual, I was gossiping with my father at my seeds and fertilizers shop.
