Motu Uncle [click here…]
The destiny of man is in his own soul.
“Carrot? Should I give you um um um …“He stammered staring at me with uncertainty.
Now where did I hear that?
The familiar stranger [click here…]
“You know, it was never mine, really. She never did give it to me, really. It was meant to be.” Aparna’s big brown eyes filled with tears as she confessed to her daughter, Meera.
“What? Who?” Meera grabbed her mother’s shoulder urgently, as the clock on the wall struck twelve – the midnight hour. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she couldn’t help but think about the prior events…