Rhea’s family left the family of the Rees and migrated to British India on the eve of partition. His father was a strategic sort of person
Autism:Through My Brother’s Eyes
I believe that God gave my brother to my family as a gift. It’s only been me and my mother who helped my brother learn from right to wrong most of the time
Birthday: An analysis
Life is a collection of days. It starts with a day and ends on another. The funny thing is, irrespective of what happens in between, birth and death are the ones which stand permanent.
Re Arranged Marriage
Shalini’s brother placed a request for the ad online through the website of the newspaper. The money too was transferred online
Little Bow and Little Arrow
I was very lucky to have grown up during that time and I will always remember the beauty of the mountains where we lived.
MY MIND
My mind- shipwrecked,gloriously so;decaying remains of dreams unfulfilled,adorn its recesses,emanating pungent odors
The passing
The passing is technically short. But once you enter, it appears long, sometimes too long, that you may think there is no going back , you may feel crippled to move ahead,
Gold found but humanity looses
Amit told me his parents and their too don’t allow them to go to school. I was quite angry and dissapointed with that but I can’t do anything.
The Lunchbox
If there were constants in life, it was the arrival of the four-tiered yellow lunchbox. Twice a day, for twenty-seven years.
Tanhai
This Hindi poem is a sort of conversation between man and God where man feels lonely as he hasn’t been able to see God or to overcome his hurdles in this world.
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