Finally I was out in this new world and my mother took the breath of relief. I felt so bad when I realized that I was the reason of her pain.
It was a golden morning.The market was crowded in that saturday morning.Banti was wandering here and there with chocolates in his hand.
The big boy was a waste picker. ‘YES to school and NO to rags’ remained his dream. He was waiting for the man of the house, the small boy’s father.
I watched as they collectively ran towards the white gypsy vehicle in an impulse, throwing their hands in the air; stretching their arms out to reach the window
Have you ever found it, Easy to pretend,That the world is made of good, And evil can’t contend? Yet the world is no Utopia, Sir Thomas face the facts
Social Short Story: The boy who sits beneath this fountain, listening to thoughts, musings, observations, taking note and taking his insight into the world
Love Short Story: The more close I got to vihaan the more I fell for him, the more I admired god’s creation. I loved each and everything about vihaan.
Social Short Story: After a few minutes which were equal to an eternity for both their eyes met. They both had the same sparkle in their eyes
Thriller Short Story: Last night the central park of the city witnessed one more death. Man of about 22 years of age named Rajesh was the victim this time