Our mother is not well since last week because of typhoid so that’s why we purchase medicine and they both started crying.
Everyday we take so much for granted unaware of how precious the tiniest moment can become until it has long passed. We are such selfish creatures, we only see what we want.
The younger boy’s heart went out to the driver, feeling embarrassed at such an erosion of respect and loss of self-esteem. The driver’s face was expressionless,
We had our dream come true. As I held her in my hands, I saw my reflection in her eyes. She was my girl. She was my daughter.
This is an excerpt from an article I wrote for my office magazine. And this is the first time ever I have tried publishing my writings online. Am nervous on how you like it
I saw a young man on an even younger bike whizzing through the traffic. It reminded me of the famous Maradona goal in 1986 soccer world cup
That morning, his master had given him the shirt, three sizes too big and had asked him to tear it at random places to make it look worn out.
Every time I travel in a bus, I get to experience a mini world inside it. Unique faces, contrasting behaviors – almost every traveler trails a tale, a unique experience of life
It was one Sunday evening when Swapnil was sitting in the tea shop and taking small sips of tea from his cup and was chatting with the shopkeeper.
The taxi moved through the busy market of Nager Bazaar and Sharmila was memorizing the guitar notes from the chord book when she lost in her dreams