“Nice work, dear. Keep going. Best wishes - Dad” the note read, before I crushed and threw it away, and bashed against the wall, the carefully gift-wrapped box, that he placed over it. “Who the hell do you think you are! Next time you try a stunt like that, I’m moving out.” I shouted at … Continue reading How it happened
Mary piled up the stones. She got them from the river bed during her excursion, last week. Using the plumb bob she borrowed from the mason in the neighbourhood, she checked the vertical line over and again, and abutted the structure with pebbles, here and there. She was just about to complete a tower with … Continue reading the timeless
For to question the tray is to question their selves, and they are better off, living in the crowd.
She pushed further down, as her steady eyes looked at him. His ears flapped at the crush of dried leaves, silenced beneath her hind legs. He gently started at her, as she raised her head and understood that it’s just about time. Clear fluid started to drip down her legs, and she opened her mouth, … Continue reading The Rumble