Hindi story states that how does a little boy realize the pain of grandma and how does he absorbs that pain without taking help of others but successfully spray all happiness to grandmaa…
She looked for Lily in the corridor opening each room but couldn’t find her anywhere. She walked towards the prayer area shouting her name.
Satya saw a special sparkle in her eyes that evening. He surrendered towards her love and felt helplessly that he won’t be able to get out from this attraction ever in his lifetime.
She carved an equation on her notepad, one mark led to another, like drawing The Starry Night. Her hands were bony, but they were as firm and precise as the hands of Michelangelo.
He looked at me like I am crazy and then gave a wide smile followed by soft laugh. Oh! That smile… so adorable. Am I supposed to feel so? May be its all the effect of enormous reading from romantic novels.
He was my best friend now. He use to flap his wings to call me, I could hardly ignore him. Often after having his food he used to take a nap. I have also seen him enjoying the swing
I panicked and started searching in almirahs and cupboards. Suddenly I saw a bright red spot on an old steel box placed inside the cupboard.I went near it and viola it’s a bindi!
Adil was the apple of her eye. She hadn’t loved Rakesh as much as she used to love Adil. Adil also loved his grandmother. She was there for Adil always.
Story of the Month June’2016: Grandma Mary looked down at the floor, and felt tears rising to her eyes, but not from the pain. It was strange. She had come up here to do exact same, and yet now… it felt so very wrong;
Her smiling face, teary eyes and opened arms are my last memories of my grandma. I will always remember the most beloved confusion that I ever witnessed.