Memory #FridayFictioneer

“I must end it all,” he resolved looking at the bunch of old black and white phographs piled on a tray, “today is going to be my new beginning.” Gone are the days when people would take pictures using a black and white film and preserve the photographs in an album for viewing at a... Continue Reading →

Memory #FridayFictioneer

“Dad, time to get rid of this old piece of junk,” son looked contemptuously at the old piano his father was so engrossed in playing his music on, “look plants growing out of it; why not let me gift you a new one this birthday?” “Son, your mother used to sit there, when I made... Continue Reading →

Memory #TellTaleThursday

“I need you home,” late night phone call from retired Gen Avinash Singh Rathore made Shweta neveous, “your brother is martyred; take first available flight; I need you to take care of your mother.” “Major Sanjay Singh Rathore has made supreme sacrifice for the country,” General Rathore, an armed forces veteran, could not believe his... Continue Reading →

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