“Hello sweet-pea, how was your day? Early today?”
“Mr Engel , thank you very much for the concern, but I would rather not be called by your silly names . Hope I made that clear long time back.”
“Ok my love, get in the car.”
“I have a name, in case you are losing your mind. Huh !” Read More
This story of mine is written as part of the A2Z Challenge 2016 , today’s letter being “Z”. This brings us to the end of the April 2016 A 2 Z Challenge, a life-changing experience that was. Nearly, almost, oh yes, certainly it was. Thanks to Damayanti Biswas, through whom I enrolled in this beautiful journey and met so many wonderful bloggers and readers and discovered a common truth … we can be what we want to be !
Thank you each and everyone of you who are reading this or have read my blog in the past, thanks to you all who stood by me through the thickest of plots and the thinnest of torn paper which appeared with equal frequency on my blog, and all of you who have participated in this challenge.
My immediate plan is to collect the short stories I have written in this challenge , plus write a few more and then if all goes well, publish them as an eBook , which I sincerely hope will find a tiny little place on your hard drives and hearts ! Wish me luck ! Thank you Universe ! Keep sending me positive energies !
What a journey ! As it goes, its the journey that matters, and I sincerely hope, this journey we all embarked upon a month ago, never ends.
For, not everything that starts has to end.
Keep writing fellow writers and lets help each other grow !
Thank you !!!
It all seems like yesterday.
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What happened…
“Hello? Just saw your message. What happened ? Are you okay?”
“Hi, mmm..no nothing.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“What do you mean nothing?”
“Just nothing, don’t bother. Nothing happened” Read More
Suhani closed her eyes.
Tomorrow will be another day, another struggle.
One doesn’t need to be a rocket scientist to understand abandonment. Even when you see it as a norm everywhere around you. Like the saying goes, a two wrongs don’t make a right. So when you are six, and your parents stop being your parents one fine day, you understand, there is something fundamentally wrong.
With you. Read More
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