Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
An 'accidental' writer and a social worker. Mummy of two kids. Writing and cooking are two of my pet passions. Enjoy reading books, listening to music and the sound of silence.
She had told me about the Santa in your home without the bells. So I had quietly popped in a pair of Silver Bells with a red ribbon into her bag.
She looked at Hariprasad. And then his shadow. Like a tiny blob under the tree, the shadow with the flute was hardly close to the surreal magic it creates everyday.
Sometimes yes,if your repentance is from well-within your heart. It is that sparrow song that you can choose to listen or ignore. Before the lights are gone; Before the night is long;
Getting the number of a top brass business brat is not tough but convincing him for a reunion may not be so easy I guess! Easy or not?
Editor’s Choice:But please Santa, this year I want my Dad….only for a day….just to hear him play his saxophone – just once, for me. Mommy says Santa always listens to good kids.
Moss-green Christmas trees ,curly mistletoe, felt hats, rustle of American Georgette, freshly brewed coffee, vibrant hues of Christmas candies…..we gaped at all of those in star-struck wonder.
Then de-school her…..She needs to be de-schooled. Non Formal Education system works and you know that very well. Learning is for knowledge, not for instilling fear
They looked at each other in silence. She let her eyes do the talking, he let his dimples do the rest. The scent of love had already enwrapped them in its magic spell.
It was not just story-telling – it was a window to a land of mystery. She would make the stories come alive by using her fingers as puppets
This is a symbol of eternal friendship. Even today in the alleys of Muzaffargarh you will hear the saga of their friendship. And today I will tell you their story.
