It was time to meet her. And there she was, he smiled looking at her. He shyly knelt down in front of her and took out the flowers “Happy anniversary love.”
They reached the bus stop and were waiting for the bus, when little Mary spotted a new kind of plant growing there. She had never seen such kind of plant before.
I followed her gaze to my bed and the scene filled me with horror. On the left side of bed lay a man whose blood has completely soaked in the white bed sheet.
I look around , try to figure out the source of the fragrance. And then I notice something peculiar near the lonely tree. In the dark of the night it is no more lonely, unlike the day.
One fine morning on the way to lab, I saw trees were shimmering in the sunlight except one tree. She lost all her leaves, I was seeing her: the tree, huh!! That’s empathy.
There was an old man with a white flowing beard. He was the guardian of the gates of all knowledge, concrete and abstract. His wisdom was beyond time and over centuries.
Love is the reason why we came to this world. There are so many evil sources who just know how to fight but still somewhere some one is only made for you.
Seasons, seasons this is the way, Nature express its own self. Summer, the fall, winter and the spring, the four faces of our mother nature.
Perhaps it is the same with our lives, we consider something dead without even checking if they are still alive in us or not, we give up even before trying it. A family story
During Summers’ the sight of Fiery-Red Gulmohar and Golden-Yellow Amaltas flowers is at zenith of its blooming and a sight worth- watching. But the hills still beckon me. Read short story