Everyone else was a bystander while she was living her own story.
They say mirrors don’t lie.All this while was she lying to herself? “when she meets her own reflection”
she found it in dreamsher “most loved story” Storyteller’s most loved story.
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.
We are hands. We move to the music, We create music, We are musical.
I am going to steal some colours from nature, and make a painting which I’ll treasure forever, as the colours would fade never. I’ll keep it in open, won’t store, won’t maintain, with seasons passing, I’ll add more colours to it with my amateur hands. I know I have her blessings as she smiles while IContinue reading “The Painting”
Every Bird has a story. “So do I”
I have seen poverty, more of affluence,I have seen harmony and discord,I have seen faces, I have gone places,I hide, I reveal,I am honest, I deceiveI destroy, I build. A veteran gypsy,I am none but a Penny in your hands.
He quickly put on the jacket while she grabbed her bag. She was nervous and he was annoyed. It was getting late due to the traffic jam. They both reached school five minutes to nine and entered the exam hall. “Roll No.1”, he called and she responded, “Yes Sir.”
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”