Vaishu Ma wasn’t like any other sixty year old grandmother. She was the epitome of Darwin’s theory of natural selection, continuously evolving with the times.
Soon it became my habit to look at him on a daily basis. It almost became a routine, soon after. Finally, it turned into an unbearable crush
I am an honest police officer who has an uncanny knack of saying the right things at the wrong time or wrong things at the right time or wrong things at the wrong time
He never really believed in that aphorism, for he had no reason to. That is, until, the stomach cramp, and the week long diagnosis, which left a hole in his pocket
He sat on his rocking chair, watching the sunset from his porch. Another day had ended. The sounds of the night began, breaking the silence of twilight.