His daughter keeps on messaging me every now and then to check about her father’s health. She feels extreme nostalgia due to his absence at the house. Every time she makes a video call to see her father the urge to meet him is clearly visible in her eyes.
The moment I saw her everything around me was serene. It might be because of the devotional vicinity. Her pink dupatta with golden border was elegantly matching with the green shade of her kurti and the French braid open brown hairs were freshly washed and smelled pleasant. Her nails were painted red and perfectly twinned the ankle length legging she wore.
Nothing can match my mother’s
agony and all her pain.
“What is it like to be in love with me” he askedWondered, she pondered!Don’t the eyes always wait to recognize his shadow?And await another glimpse – knowing it will disappear as the sun dips to the sea?Don’t the hands wait… Read More ›
People will judge you in each and every phase,
Starting from day one, in a number of ways
I have been writing from the age of 13. I have always loved to tell stories. That’s best what I do, write fictional stories. I love narrating and writing stories since childhood, over the years after reading several books, I… Read More ›