Dad was pacing. As was I along the carpet. Forming trails on either side of the room that Mom said she’d never be able to erase. I looked over
My Hero – Down across the memory lane, A little girl gazed at sky once again; Angels & Demons – why Angels wears white? Why Demons wears black?
Family Short Story: “Oh, you would like Nikhil alright. He’s a wonderful boy and would be the right match for my lovely princess!” Dad reassured her.