“Ambre, my baby, thank God you are safe! I searched for you almost everywhere- Natalia’s place, Jack’s place, Ira’s and Greg’s as well, in the
“Hi!” I hailed. I never approach strangers, but his eyes which spoke of happiness and hope, compelled me to. His eyes, I tell
“I am fine!” you say. But I’ve tasted these words, sung in exactly the same tone, a bit too well. This term with this
Sadaf, my eleven-year-old daughter, was to get a prize in her school today. Sensing the hostility I would gain from her pals, which I eventually
The much anticipated college trip had finally arrived. “Goa and more Goa,” flaunted the pamphlet, making me and my friends go gaga over it.
“Ambre. Off to bed, princess!” her polite mother whispers, caressing her hair. “But you haven’t yet narrated me a story, mommy!” lying on the
Lying on the crisp white mattress, surrounded by my kith and kin, I curse myself for presenting almost no gestures of appreciation to the one
She was filled with a desire that her heart was afraid to give a name to. She fought battles inside her to enshroud it, for