It’s a little over 10 pm. We are in the typical Delhi rickshaw. I am sitting on that extended back seat. “What if the shop is closed?”, my mom asks from the front seat. No, it will be open, I say, hoping that it will be. We are going to buy a wooden pot kinda thing wherein you put the flowers. I don’t know what it’s called but if I see one I can spot it immediately. I need it for my art and crafts class the next day. The teacher is strict and if I fail to bring it, he might kill me. Or worse, make me stand in the sun.
When people read a book, everyone takes different lines or passages as a take home msg. The beauty with which you manage to do the same feat in mostly less than 1000 words (equal to just 3-4 pages of an avg book) is really commendable :)
When people read a book, everyone takes different lines or passages as a take home msg. The beauty with which you manage to do the same feat in mostly less than 1000 words (equal to just 3-4 pages of an avg book) is really commendable :)
hey...really love your write ups...there are really inspiring and makes me feel calm and happy.
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