May be she should wait up and give Mummy a surprise. Sleepy eyes twinkled brightly. Oooh yes! That would be fun! She and Mummy could spend some precious quiet moments
Bittersweet
The bus stopped with a jerk. Saba got off and began her shameful walk to the classroom, wondering if people were judging her.
My Words- Not for Sale
This Hindi poem highlights the pain of a writer in which She writes poetry just for Herself. But now one of Her fan posted Her poetry On His Facebook Page
Just a child
Tiny fingers. An open mouth. Long eyelashes. Pea pod like toes, that tickle me all night. I am what I am, only when I am with you. We color walls and make up instant stories
LLC04: REVERSE SWING
The class room adorned a silence as if Sachin was just dismissed for a duck. Someone in the back mumbled it was not in the syllabus
A Mother’s Meditation
Whether it was the nightly vigils, sleepless feeding sessions, singing lullabuys or just sitting and rocking her to sleep, I feel connected to a ME that I never knew before.
VALLEY OF LIGHT
Then one fine evening during autumn, I met this man at the pub. The man who changed everything. The man who made my world turn upside down
The Gutsy Girl
Teacher was scolding the wrong person.But she did show the guts to come forward & openly admit her mistake.I still respect her,
LLC03: My Last Love Letter
After 19 years again I opened my pen for you. Last night when I got your letter, It seemed thousands of moons started peeping through the open casements of my home
One more independence day
After staying in U.S for 2 years, I visited my town in Bihar on independence day.It is the small progress we have made in small town even after 65 years of independence.
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