The rain of nostalgia

Now an adult, there she stood;Looking out of the window;She was reminiscing her childhood.It was a rainy day;She could smell the wet mud;It was now like the memories could flood. Having a competition of paper boats in the… Read More

Why, Father? Why?

By – Gayatri Agarwal The first week was up, You were so excited; That month, Lullabies were all you recited. My mouth had now developed, I thought I was like your small gift in an envelope. Month two… Read More

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