It is just December and my birthday doesn’t come until at least a quarter of a year later, but when prompted by Sanch, it set me thinking about my next birthday.
Last of the birds finding their way home, the crickets chirping as the twilight turned to dusk. My Martha sat on the easy chair, the book she was reading lying open in her lap, the sunlight kissing her feet while her spectacles rested on her nose. Like every other February 11th, she waited for her … Read moreFebruary 11th
There was nothing on the box except her name Chinnu Mathews and her office address. Curiosity wouldn’t let her work, she was sure. Hurriedly sitting down at her desk, she began unwrapping the box which was neatly packed in brown paper.
Two writers Patrick and Varsha began their own tales in two different corners of the blogiverse. Wonderful Corinne, prompted us over at WriteTribe Â to continue the story from where they left us. I couldn’t pick between the stories and decided to combine both. Do let me know what you think :)Â *** â€œJose, are … Read moreContinue The Story
There once was a little girl, who always felt unloved for and uncared for. She always thought the people around her rebuked her for anything and everything she did. She never knew the warmth of a loving touch, the kindness in the spoken word, as a result grew up to be an insecure little girl, … Read moreBirthday Wish