A Short Story
It was a split second pause, stretched out, for a peculiar turn of events.
It was a split second pause, stretched out, for a peculiar turn of events.
I trust that if one of us says something the other doesn’t understand,
we can just ask.
The Million Dollar Smile is a good name for a movie.
“Oh, what a tangled web we weave…when first we practice to deceive.”
(Walter Scott)
Ashu’s story was unimaginable, but sadly true; a type of Cinder-fella story. After two weeks of procrastination, he finally showed
I wonder, India, how are you doing in the midst of so much pain and big loss? Children who hadn’t
India, how are you doing in the midst of so much pain and big loss?
Your magnificent ship is barely floating.
At the last curtain call, long applause resounded and the annual school program came to an end. Former students faithfully
I was eleven and told everyone I’d be starting an orphanage in India. Who’d believe an eleven-year-old? Skeptics added coals to my fire.