writing short fiction / DAY OF THE PEARL
The sea is very quiet today. Little bluish waves crawling over the gravels along the shore are almost motionless…
MY DIARY
EVERY DAY IS A FATHER’S DAY
My little boy, who is yet to be four, is waving me off from the door. His mother is holding him up and up on her arms so he can see me move out of sight.
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MY DIARY
THE HEAD TEACHER UNCLE & THE SCHOOL
The last bell tolled as we played on. It was too loud. Louder were we to pay heed to anything else. It was time for the school to fall in…
MY DIARY
A DAY OUT IS A DAY GAINED IN NATURE
Sometimes when I am called back to look around, It feels amazing.
I’m talking about nature and the natural beauty…
STORY
THE BOY WHO WANTED A MOON
The little boy, Sabu is eleven years old. He goes to the grocery shop, just a few steps off their house by the village road. He brings sugar, spices, pulses, salt …
MY DIARY
THE YARD : MY LOVELY BOYHOOD DAYS
The yard was not grassy, but it had patches of grass and a bosk of shrubs intermingled around a big clear central ground for the children like me to play…
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