here I’m wearing a hat,the hat of my stories,which I wave,to reveal a story everyday,like a magician,of all illusions.
Whenever upset, Leena would sit alone on a bench in the park nearby. She had started going to her new school this year after her father’s transfer and had made some new friends but hadn’t met them for weeks due to lockdown. She was the only child and was dear to everyone. Today, the sixContinue reading “The Secret Pal”