Every Frame is a Painting

She opens her blurry eyes when the cat, with all her seven pounds of squirming flesh, climbs up onto her belly and peeps into the sunlight coming from the open window, she discovers that she was now the weary possessor of a pounding headache. She moves herself from the bed towards the side drawer, rubs … Continue reading Every Frame is a Painting

Trust

Nandini leaves the café. Shankar looks at her and finds a letter left on the table. He takes a breathe and starts reading it, “Shankar, Out of all the grooms, I chose you. You made me feel the love the way I wanted to be. I trusted you, you trusted me. But you left. You … Continue reading Trust