Stories

Work. When will it all end? As the usual work day ends, review the intermissions; those are what is remembered. What would life be without intermissions?

How to drive cupid’s arrow straight into its target, without spending a lot of time having to think about it, or… how to have a short romance and a long marriage.

As she approached her house, she heard wails. Turning slowly, there she was; her mother lying motionless on a cot. Her father pulled her school-bag from her back, but she couldn’t feel anything.

I was a fish caught in a net. No, it was worse. I was a spider caught in its own web. I strolled down the dirt road I was accosted by two village women who brandished their tongues and ran their epistles right through me.

He always showed up in my office, brought in by an angry teacher. We’d have a chat, he’d solemnly promise to be good, and off he’d go. One day it was different…

…I walked outside. Once I outside, I thought, now what? I had no idea. At that time, there were no mobile phones, only pay phone booths, which were beneficial if the person you were trying to contact had a phone. We had no phone at home, so I had a problem… bursting into tears could be a solution.

Here I am in the centre of the universe. Where? It’s located in a village in India, in a sunny,

“I have a story.Would I tell my story?I love to tell my story; it inspires me so much.” Raghav I