How true!

The truth is something that each of us is holding flag for, lamenting our loyalty and bragging about it’s purity, we all do in our lifetime. Thing is that we never known which version of story are we holding on and how often do we stop and recollect the original version. A story will always…

Two brothers in town

Two brothers lived once in a town. One day the other brother told his elder one to give him his share of the property so that he would leave to other place. He said to him that the family is expanding and it’s better if we make it separately now on, so that we do…

Daughter do not share it💔

Mother: My daughter, Have I brought you up for this day? Do you not realise this will ruin our reputation in society.Daughter: But Mother I am compatible with this guy and the understanding we share is worth it. I will marry only him, none other.Mother: Marriages of such sort do not last longer. He will…

Stepping into my Life

And finally I will be having my own story of strength and faith. I am gonna have a ladder to show how I conquered the unknowns which I was afraid of even facing. I will have my own story to tell to those who will be in extreme need of that string of their faith…

Different versions of the Story

A canvas is one but different perspectives yearn different stories. Each story has its significance and therefore the frame of reference, it’s mere our prejudice that stains someone’s idea of canvas. Having your own version of the story doesn’t make you out of frame, though may be it might pe allowing you to be out…

Own your Story

In the midst of chaos you search for a thing that can help you anyway. You struggle hard and keep struggling to find that thing but fail every time. Your behaviour which you try very hard to curb and not to reveal your miseries eventually give up on you. Having tried to be strong enough…

My nephew is my teacher

Have you ever wondered what is it with the children when they grab everything that comes their way. What takes you all the day and energy to find out, they find them so easily. Everything that needs to be hidden from them and those things that can harm them always fall in their way as…

Best version of being

Ten she was, when some naughty stuff had provoked her father.“Sorry father”, she spoke timidly, looking for the forgiveness in his eyes.“I hate this girl, I hate her very much”, father tells her mother.Engraved for lifetime, those words marked her course of life. She felt them, piercing her heart and she stands in that corner…