The feathery touch of his hands , his small eyes seeing her mother curiously,his small thin lips,it felt she had cotton ball in her hands.
When she opened it and read it, she nearly stopped breathing. She didn’t know if he was joking or not. What was this?
I was ashamed of have underestimated me as a human being. Underestimated my potential of being an influencer. Read story of a home maker and mother
Sometimes in life we loose hope, we feel lost and we need someone to boost us, show us some way. This story is such a moral which taught me to lead life.
Two women, one old and one relatively young strive to live together with their differences. Do they ever reconcile? Does peace prevail?
I hope this reserve will help to augment their assets. I hope they will now find some time to waste, some to use, some to love and some time to talk to people like me who have excess of time.
“The only way to wash away your sins, is to either forget them, or become numb to them and let them go”, my father would say to me everytime we met.
Everything seemed to be blurred like past, but it was as beautiful as his past to see her smile in that photo which was kept clean for the past 40 years in his cupboard.
Shoib spent months in energising his hopes and tending to his father. Sufferings dragged them down,down on the earth.
The author explains that everyone wants male baby, not female baby at all but in fact who wants boy child, he is blessed with girl child, Baba says so.