Past is that annoying good friend whom you can strangulate, bury under ground and stand on its grave looking up at your future but you cannot kill it. When you try to walk away, it’ll stick its stiff hands out to grab your feet, anchoring you into a fall.
Daniel wondered how Mary had kidnapped the boy. Maybe she lured him with a candy like in one of those movies he had seen or maybe the boy already knew her and trusted her.
The train will be best example for life, just observe a train it will have people with different mind sets, problems, moods, confusions, happiness, sadness, responsibilities, over responsibilities, likes, dislikes and many.
The author happens to meet his classmate, Lakshmi who recognises him and reminds him so many things but not about school days. The author keeps silent. Why?
When he started plucking and cleaning the dirty piece of land, all the people in the streets thought he is weird choosing that other. Than playing. Like. All other kids of his age does..
One day in life I will be a better person to help all children equally; boys and girls alike. I will become a man to tell my story; that once upon a time the boy child was a bedbug in K-street.
They could just stare at each other for hours. She was as crazy for him as he was for his cricket. She felt a change in herself and this was something new, completely different.
All through the fifth and sixth month, I fell for him. Slowly, steadily and deeply.I didn’t even understand that I had started liking him until every time I saw him talk to someone,
He was so relieved with this act that he went out of the place and hit eight rag pickers with stone , he had a strangely satisfying feeling , he was smiling the whole time .