I am in a room that is all pink and light and has pictures of butterflies and roses in it. The nice lady is holding me up close to her,
The books i brought with me, i thought of not wasting my time with idle window staring and get some reading done, but as you know me, thats what i did, the window staring.
My mind, at once turned into a whirlwind… was it the same Debina who was with me the entire yesterday evening? But how can that be if she had already been ………
The lady see that girl’s eyes, it was sparkling with tears and dream of desire to do miracle. After 24 years she qualified an IAS exam and became IAS officer .
Mrs. Sharmila stands there silently for sometime and tries to understand her words. She also looks at Mrs.Angela’s house and feels something different as now she has no grudges for her.
“Bihar might have a bad impression, but villages are safe. This place had been Lord Buddha’s, so nothing to worry.” We were convinced and left the place just like that.
Then Chris began think about the butterfly he had just seen. The only way to show how much he appreciated it was to say, ‘If that butterfly was a girl, I would marry her.’ A different love story
We embraced each other and then I said good-bye. I went home with tears in my eyes, then I pulled myself together, thinking that surely one day,we would meet again.
As I came out of my startled phase, I realized that I was intervening on somebody’s utterly private an stolen moments. Some how I managed a faint smile
It was actually real that a ghost came from my room. I got curious and asked my mother again what it looked like. She told me that the ghost was a lady,