Now the town is having nice concrete road. The trees are gone. It has become hotter. In summer there is no tree shade to rest.
The dog had again come back. He stared at Sundaram for a moment and then quietly squatted by his side. The dog evoked a sense of companionship in him which he often missed and yearned for.
My hands were shaking; it was not fear but the cold wind that blew past me; terrorizing me as I rode my bicycle down the road. It was dark and I was getting late.
As I was accelerating and feeling the breeze on the face, a sudden jerk, a big squeaking noise and within fraction of seconds my bike came to a grinding halt.
I pushed to the middle of the crowd and there I saw something that made me want to shriek but touched my heart at exactly the same time. A social story about India
Story of an old Shantaram Dhere, who had important task of keeping the Agarkar road clean and tidy. He had been doing this task for the past two months.
I was so engrossed in singing along with the song and inhaling the typical smell of the rain that I did not even notice that there was a turn ahead.
A little drop dropped from my eyes. Were these the same fairies my mom talked about? Were the rain fairies the same as the ones that fell from my eyes?
I liked the way he replied so much that, I asked him” can you help me cross the road because I am new to these traffic and all…can you?”
This Hindi poem highlights the dilemma of a woman who after an altercation with Her husband was trying to patch-up the issue but she decided that nothing is left in Her heart to reunite.