Stories, appeal to the power of my imagination, to the curiosity and to my will. They ignite emotions, without having to go anywhere or do anything. What a wordly pleasure. Stories are wisdom. Stories are made by us, for us. Stories are illimitable, afar precincts. A sensation well-loved by me and by you. Stories divulge, revolutionize hearts, transform minds, and change lives.
‘Aaj jaane ki zid na karo… Yoonhi pahlu mein baithe raho…’ A melodious song was playing from an old gramophone record. Gramophone was one of the many vintage collections which Veena had! Her morning usually starts with a cup of tea and melodious music in the background.
To all my Lovely Readers... I take this opportunity to extend my gratitude to you all for constantly encouraging me with amazing comments. It was like a fuel to my body..to keep me going!
It was mid-day and I was immersed in reading “The Fountain Head” by Ayn Rand (which I started reading couple of days back). As I read, my mind was constantly wavering to remember a quote by her which I came across sometime back. It was diverting my focus, so, without wasting a moment, I turned … Continue reading Partner? Friend? Or Both?
That's all she ever needed!
Phone ringing… “Amma...I already told you I am driving back home.” said pratyusha frustrated. Angrily, Mrs. Subramanyam disconnected the call! Later when Mrs. Subramanyam is out-of-town… “Papa, isn’t it 2 days since amma called?” pratyusha wondered! She kept calling amma but in vain! “This is not so like amma, usually a day doesn’t go by … Continue reading Mother’s Love! #KheerWrites