It was raining heavily. Sara was sitting under the tree in her garden. On her lap was the head of Rob. Rob’s eyes were close. He was not breathing. His face was tranquil and his body cold. A small drop of tear came sliding down Sara’s cheek. Rob was no more.
Alok was on his bed, deep in thought, feeling insecure and frightened and lucky too. The night was silent. The weather was hot. Alok was thinking about his father and those 5 minutes with him which he had spent earlier that day. Continue reading “5 minutes”
All of us have once or more met someone who had a very interesting story to tell. Those stories teach us, move us and always remain with us. Continue reading “Welcome”