She had always been a non-believer.When anyone use to utter the word “ghost” or “spirit”,she was usually the first one to mercilessly shoot them down with her piercing words of disgust
But the advice given by the old man was echoing in my ears. This must be the divine intervention that I have read about in books and stories.
I believe that God gave my brother to my family as a gift. It’s only been me and my mother who helped my brother learn from right to wrong most of the time
I promise I’ll never ask for dolls, you can give the bats, balls, trucks and cars to my brother. I’ll never ask you to spend a single penny on me
But what attracted him to that photo was the naughty look in her eyes, her mouth wide in laughter, her chubby fingers curled into fists to contain her excitement.
He did not expect that. He stared into the receiver in disgust. There was a momentary silence and hesitation. The lady in his bed realizing the situation dragged him
Dayal has been a lottery seller. He was a breezy person who was always happy though he didn’t have that much to be that happy. He has a small house
“How much do you love me, Sandy?” Arpita asked. The family pressure of Arpita to stop dating Sandy forced Arpita to ask this question.
This poem is a mirror of my feelings and thinking. One night when I was sitting under the twilight night I heard some noise, I saw visions and believe me readers what I saw happened the next day.