Fiction: Daddy
Daddy would personally supervise when mashi, the old maid who stayed with us to take care of the household, oiled my thick hair every Sunday morning. Sundays were special days. Daddy would not allow mashi to enter the kitchen; he took great care to cook all the dishes I loved.
The Elemental Silence That Screams
So, is silence the loss of voice or sound? I think there is a lot to be read and written about silence, not as an absence of noise but a language in its own merit.
Peace
It was the usual routine. Today was the seventeenth day. Smriti came back from the hospital, crashed down on the soft royal blue sofa. Mini gave her a cup of coffee. The coffee box needed a refill, she reminded Smriti. Unmindfully she nodded. The mediclaim processing, the electricity bill all of it too needed follow […]