She had climbed a small hillock and was observing a bunch of wild flowers. She ran down and faced the old man. And then...
The next morning was bright and sunny. The housekeeper came early and brought his morning cup of hot tea and two Marie biscuits.
It was difficult for Sudha to brush off the pall of gloom that seemed to be her constant companion lately. Nothing had been the same
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
They demanded ten thousand rupees and a large number of gifts as a dowry.
She is not here. But her smell lingers on in the bath towels...
