I have just woken up suddenly in the middle of a Christmas themed dream,Which I have quickly forgotten about, like with all dreams I have,
Life is a collection of days. It starts with a day and ends on another. The funny thing is, irrespective of what happens in between, birth and death are the ones which stand permanent.
She was used to giving all of her life. She had given her childhood to her parents, her wishes for her sibling, her fun for her cousins,
“Manu…Manu.”, cried a devastated looking lady. She ran towards the open door. But she stopped short and covered her eyes with her arms
Family Short Story: Surprise! You must be wondering how can you receive a letter from your daughter, instead of those ‘stupid text messages’ as you describe them