I held her hand. She laughed aloud. I could not make out what she meant by her laughing. I had no means of hearing her mind voice, if at all she muttered anything.
All it took Ritu was thirty minutes of empathy, concern and a genuine heart to help someone; all that could have taken for any of those who were watching the helpless man,
I remember that feeling, The excitement, the anticipation, Packing last minute stuff, About to be part of another nation.2 a.m. and I’m up and about, Patting my dog, giving Grandpa one last hug,
Vani was quite dumbstruck. She kept looking at Vicky .Their conversations kept on reverberating in her mind over and over again.
But then, something strange happened. The car began changing. First, its colour faded from black to silvery grey. Then, the wheels began disappearing,
Among all the sounds I heard this beautiful singing like ‘queech – queech’ by these tiny brown and black shaded birds, the sparrows.
He was bored because he had no idea on anything but she was busy in shopping.He felt happy that he’s roaming with a girl after a long time
“How was the journey?” She replied something pushing her dazzling long blond hairs back from her forehead. I knew I was not listening to her.
I opened my mouth to scream but a cold hand clasped my mouth tightly so that what came out was a stifled moan. My arms were flailing in the air.