Many stories begin when we decide to pay attention towards something that is awkward and out of the normal. This one is no different. This is the story of a girl. Or perhaps I should say this is the story of a father. I tend to change my stance because we are, at birth, equal halves of both of our parents. With time, the one parent who inspires us more, takes over the other half part, carves our identity and makes us a certain person for the rest of our lives. The same happened with the girl whose story I am going to tell you now. Her father used to tell her everyday that she is beautiful. Some of the days she believed him. The other days, she was unable to trust the soothing words and wouldn’t react at the love his father poured at her. During those sad days, when nothing could cheer her up, she felt a darkness growing around her. A darkness. Constantly. Growing. Continue reading
Harish was on phone when Sunny spotted him coming out of the airport.
Quite a busy man.
He waved at Harish, who was still searching for a familiar face in the crowd. His eyes stopped at Sunny and a bright smile appeared on his face. He pointed a finger towards Sunny and made a poking gesture while biting his lower lip.
Still the same.
They hugged each other tightly for a long time without saying a word. Sunny was the one to speak first.
“You’re still the same. Lean.”
“But you have added a lot of extra weight around your waist, can hardly clutch you like I used to!”
“Yeah man, what you know about the perks of having a wife anyway.”
“Woah! I thought fifteen years would have changed you a bit, you too are still the same. Sarcastic!” Continue reading