One day I wanted to travel the time that Nanamma exist. I didn’t think about the catastrophes that i may cause. I jumped through the window but I fallen in light.
Story of the Month Sep’14: With the passage of time, my friendship grew stronger with him.Sometimes I threw small pieces of bread one after the other, he would jump his body in the air
Sampat Chacha,the sturdy middle aged rickshawwala stood at the gate honking thrice. Ricky was getting late for school and he had to pick up two more kids and a teacher on the way.
To adapt and adjust to a new environment was not an easy task. This was my first lesson. Seeing the world through the eyes of a child is seeing life in a multitude of colors.