As they walked, the little one felt guilty of what he had done, and he felt guilty that his dad never bet him for what he had done.
They walked away to their platform where they slept everyday with their clan. That night Kanji had a lot of dreams.
As I reached at the address, I found that the house was small, mysterious and scary too. As I knocked at the door, no one answered.
The dog had again come back. He stared at Sundaram for a moment and then quietly squatted by his side. The dog evoked a sense of companionship in him which he often missed and yearned for.
Dowry is considered as a gift for the daughters across India. In India marriages are done according to their’s assets capability. In this story a beggar pays his asset as a dowry for his daughter
Kristy rolled down her car window, took fifty rupees from her handbag and gave to her . While the women moved , kristy called her and softly asked ” is the baby sleeping “.
I just had a fleeting glimpse of the hands of that boy while giving him the money, peculiarly white and absolutely cold hands… and that fear in my heart, an experience that I will never forget…
For the first time he blushed and I loved him for it. I kissed him on his cheek. We went to Manali for a week, and strangely had a lovely time, for he left all the decision making to me!
Nothing remains permanent except the truth of mortality, nothing is absolute except that our existence might continue for yet another day .
Sohan was already late for his work, with tea spilling on the road as he stopped suddenly on hearing an ailing voice from across the road.