To say or not to say

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At last I was whispering  ” you know how much I Love you, if only you hear the voice  of my heart” .She turned and asked , ”  Vasanth, what was that,…come again ” but I was speechless…. She was giving the wedding card to all her friends, and gasping in between to answer their naughty queries. This is the last chance for me, to reveal, to bring her to my world, but I am standing here dumb as if resigning myself to the inevitable. Continue reading “To say or not to say”

Paths not taken

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With long and fast strides she was already on move as if she never wanted to look back. To look back and to go back was always there in her nature. But she was not in a retreating mood; indeed with a heavy mind but charged with an unusual zest. It would take almost fifteen minutes to reach the main road and she was the only walker with two big boxes balancing each other in her hold. Continue reading “Paths not taken”

The vanishing Grandmas

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The night was calm and cool, perfect for a sound sleep .But my son was disturbed and complaining, “not feeling sleepy”. I was so tired after the day’s work, so patted him and once again doomed into deep sleep.

As if in dream, I could hear someone weeping. That brought me back to senses. My son was standing near the window and crying. I rushed to him to find, what went wrong. He was staring at the stars and tears flooding down his cheeks. Continue reading “The vanishing Grandmas”