I turned 5 yesterday. Instead of blowing candles, I blew dust off of my 2-year-old sister. She didn’t get hurt but got scared and started crying. I calmed her down, I shushed her, I caressed her back, her hairs, but all went in vain. She cried and cried and cried for hours. Pain of a… Read More Will there be a Six?
When the days grew longer and the nights grew darker, She sat beside the unlit candle, to think and to question her gradual dismantle. What meant world to her, was lost somewhere. Somewhere in the dark among the lights, in the lights that shone so bright. If it were anything else, she would have coped… Read More Over a Blank Page
May,2001 “Here you are John, and we were looking out for you everywhere”, said Harry. A puff was the response. “It’s fifteen minutes past five only, even Sun hasn’t come out completely, and this probably is your third one”, I said looking at his ash-tray.