My Life, My Story
I am the heart and soul of my home. In fact, my home survives and functions and looks like a home only because of me.
I am the heart and soul of my home. In fact, my home survives and functions and looks like a home only because of me.
The utensils in the kitchen and the onions hold my attention span for a longer time than the Zenga blocks. The mud in the garden
“Darling, you must not exert yourself. Stay in the bed, I’ll get breakfast for you.” “You stay here and finish your work, I’ll get it.”
Her heart raced uncontrollably. Her stomach churned with fear. Her eyes looked far and wide. A bead of sweat started forming on her brow. And
People were looking at me, but were they really looking at me, I wondered. Will they be able to sense my hesitation? Or hear the
My father believed that I would never make it big in life. My mother never said anything but her silence said a lot. Relatives and
Dec 2009 It was a cold evening. I was driving back home when I saw this woman, standing beside her car. I could see that
I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. I was happy to have her, my best friend, who followed me like a