I remained all alone in the closed room, scenarious,those memories kept on reflecting in my mind one after the other, the voice came from my heart,
This is what they’ve been taught since centuries. That men don’t feel and men don’t cry. And as a kid, I once cried in public. And people laughed, as if they actually loved it
Watching my son , saw his eyes were filled with tears, I had so many words to speak but I didn’t uttered a single word.
One day when we are at peace with ourselves and nature. One day, my son, one day she will dream of the sun once more. But for now, she is our Queen of Rain.
Hindi Story of a women who hide the true cause of killing of her son to protect the dignity of the daughters of her village .
The author motivated his friend to give his wards higher education particularly to his all daughters so that they could stand on their feet.
I needed to get my priorities straight, I had to decide whether keeping this 8 year-long job was more important than taking care of my helpless Son.
He looked at me with a smile and then glanced at both cashew and orange for a moment, and replied suddenly with a radiant look , “I want orange, dad”.
He was the source of their happiness, their reason to smile and to live, but what they hadn’t known was that not all stories end happily.
This was a conscious effort made by Riya to keep him away from the dark past of his dad. Rohit was raised with the belief that he got all his goodness from Dad.