Holding his fist high against the backdrop of the setting Sun, he watched tiny grains of sand slip through. Perhaps everyone is holding onto these grains of sand with no control over the fist.
I missed the sand, the camels, not to forget my closest of friends but I had to admit this place for better for my future. I was sent here at my uncle’s so as to start a good career.
The boss saw his driver coming, running from the other side with two swords in both his hands. The other two were nowhere seen. They could attack from any side. The boss was afraid.
Baba was surprised to find the walled city in the desert. It was interesting how the sands never failed to surprise him. In the seven yeas he had wandered, he had become the desert’s and the desert his. Read social story
In one such nameless face of the world, they would still build their dreams. Here, they could still sit for an entirety.
Like each day, without fail, my first observation is my plane upon which I and my crew embarked on the mission to locate the missing plane MH370 of Malaysia,
She’s a sea- endless;her sea is a wishing well.Her eyes- pools tiny, reflecting my light;her mouth is a river,that flows unsure.
He began to feel lonely and deserted. He missed all those views before and the crowd of people playing and leaving their footsteps on him and most of all he missed his friend- the Seashell.
Om tried harder but in vain. He just didn’t seem to be getting it right. Exasperated, Shriya took the shovel from him and completed building the wall on her own
And here is the last piece of mine standing, looking towards the sea. When I went to ask God what is the use of this piece of mine, he smiled