Short Stories, Thoughts


There was a time, when we used to become sad because mom didn't bought that toy for me, dad didn't took me to a walk after completion of his work, one of the friend disagreed to play together. It was my childhood, when things used to be very much simple. A little piece of a… Continue reading ‘Flash’back

Short Stories

Memories. Don’t open..

  It was the last gift he got from her. Probably the best birthday gift it was for him. Nothing much but all he saw in that scrap book was the hard work, the affection. He felt the way she wanted to make him feel. Also he could smell her in every page of it.… Continue reading Memories. Don’t open..