Friday, November 14, 2014

The Photo Album

Years have gone by and Anjali started reading her bygone days. She could go back to her good old days as she turned over the pages.

Maya, her niece, looked at the hand that turned the pages one by one. The skin on her aunt’s hand had become loose and showed lines that had come up with age.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

In Conversation with Winter

Call it my thoughtfulness or thoughtless mind to be talking to a season.

Well, we do talk with self and also to Nature, to Animals, to Birds, and, that’s nothing or something that is worrisome in life.