As I sat down on the park bench with him, I could not help but admire him, my idol. He was close to seventy five, but had the energy and vigour that would put young lads to shame.
There is no thing as ghost, I told to myself. I had the stone in my pocket. But is it helpful against a ghost? What else I am having. Nothing, If the thing ahead is ghost.
I have many unfulfilled dreams and aspirations at the far end of my sojourn here, but this realization, that I have been of some help to somebody makes me feel good.
This is a poem of a girl’s “first desire “, For whom she dream all the time think about her pure never-ending love …
My grandparents had a huge backyard and a shed Tokbak build by himself. He planted anything that was possible at the time and committed greatly in these hobbies.
A moment to see her for the last and she along with the boy gets into the car and roars away. I remain there standing, thunderstruck, realizing him to be the one she was waiting for,
When I came near the tree I felt an unusual haul towards the path. The ‘uncanny path’, to be precise. Voices in my head screaming ‘do not turn’.
I had only got an eighth of the way along the avenue when I had the distinct feeling that something or one was watching me ,
I don’t remember the coffee being served, or how it tasted. Well, when you are on your first date, it doesn’t really matter.
I liked the way he replied so much that, I asked him” can you help me cross the road because I am new to these traffic and all…can you?”