I’d play a good silent melody With a metal Blade on my hand My wrist would be my violin I’d play as long I can
“Why don’t we get gifts?” asked the 5 year old. “The rains are our gift from God.” the farmer father replied.
Not all those who stay awake whole night are insomniacs. Some are Indian soldiers as well.
Winners never quit was her favorite lines. She quit her job to take care of her kid. Sometimes quitting is important for your dear ones.
“Preferably in the medical field. Done” “Ma, a matrimonial site? Seriously?” “My daughter is a doctor. If my daughter-in-law is one too, retired life will be sorted.” Coming out was the best decision ever.
Starting his birthday with a void, his friends asked him what present he would want. “Them!” he said with wet eyes, pointing towards a parent couple who were distributing sweets in the orphanage.
I don’t know whom to trust? Why? Because my own heart betrays me.
“ Ma! A little kajal and some eyeshadow is what I need now. ” He said to his blind mother. It was her twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.
Children, precious gifts of God, valued for their simplicity and honesty. But for a mother’s vengeance they matured before age and lost their ethics forever.
Walking away, she whispered, “I will be back for you.” The books in the shop nodded, knowing she meant every word.