Grandpa went there and opened the door. I heard their voice they were heading towards the same room.I quickly hid myself inside the cupboard.
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.
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.
This is a story of a girl who lives with her grandfather but one night changes everything in her life before dying her grandfather warns her about something.
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
Then she saw the old fellow talking to Tia and suddenly got furious. Without thinking for a bit mother yelled at Tia and asked her not to talk to strangers.
I hope this candle be the first of all the light and hope you have in your life. May you be a forever shining beacon. May you be a guiding light for all lost souls. And may your candle light shine your way through life, pulling dreams and faith closer.
From that moment, classical music and practicing for Indian Idol became life-breath to Kokila. Entertainment for her was spending a few hours a week on the beach or in a park with a couple of like-minded friends.
I went over to my neighbours’ and we walked to the park, And soon we were going down the slide, The sun was still casting golden light all around, ‘Ah, the times in Goa,’ I smiled and sighed.
While I trudged along on my lonely path, a little elf, an angel walked into my home and my life, suddenly and uninvited.You are my angel of hope, kindness, and happiness, Pinky.