This Hindi story is about an old man who, in a stormy, rainy night searching for a medicine to be administered to his seriously ill granddaughter.
Story of a girl, Laira, who is a teenager but with a difference. While many of her age do things correctly or otherwise, Laira always does “the correct things” ,
Whispers filled the air, this time louder. Your not alone walk with me and touch my hand. I crouched under the tree and hid my face in my lap.
I thought it better not to probe further & gave her an assuring pat on her shoulder. “All the best, you better make a move and stay strong”.
His mouth starting to water. He had never seen so many mangos in his life. There were thousands of mangos in a single tree hanging down.
He is 72 years old guy and I am a 27 years guy. We are the reciprocals in the digits of our ages. But it is also the truth we are the reciprocals in our hearts too.
But the advice given by the old man was echoing in my ears. This must be the divine intervention that I have read about in books and stories.
This social Hindi story reveals a man’s desire to share an incident in his life and his helplessness to be able to find a soul who can pay heed and listen
A thin shrivelled up woman, skin as white as ice stood crouching somewhat and gripping his shoulder for support. She looked at him through her grey age-old and kind eyes,
It was empty! Empty buses, such a blissful sentence. Ignorant and arrogant bus traveling women. Some day i shall take revenge.