I got up late that morning, walked up to my backyard, nothing was visible, as haze had added invisibility to every visible object. Grass leaves looked more green and rejuvenated with dewdrops.
Dreams Flee, Memories Fade
Dreams Flee as Memories Fade is a poem about an individual’s state of mind upon waking from a dream. The memory of it fades without pause.
Déjà vu: A True Story – Social Short Story
Social Short Story: I felt for almost three or four seconds as if I had been witnessing a movie. A scene flooded my eyes that were much familiar to my conscious
A FULL STOP TO MY LIFE – Short Story with Moral Values
Sort story with moral values: Some incidents of life can be a comma, a full stop, a U-turn or anything that you my want it to be. I was in 10th std, a grown up, a teenager.
A page from the memoir…- Short Story Friends
Short Story Friends: We were always together to school, to play, to roam and what not! Partners in all crimes for many years! She was tanned, but beautiful
