lifestrialsandsuccesses

Gyrating in the wind, the strands of marigold Danced – Electrified from within For the passersby, if any For the

The little boy pedaled furiously. He did look back once, and he knew he had to just continue as fast

The morning papers reported it in small print somewhere between a lost horse and a stolen car on page 13,

It was a bitterly cold winter night. The sky was blue and black. She was running here and there in

Blowing bubbles gently, watching them soar into the clear blue sky, Shambhu smiled as always. Next, he pulled out the

She peered through her glasses, comfortably slid down her perky nose, into the room from behind the window curtains. ‘That

It was the moment! No, the sky was not a palette of pink and gold and mauve. No, there wasn’t

“Wham!” The hooded menace was pulled off the young girl and thrown against the wall. Eyes glinting, the lithe figure

Seasons change! Life moves on. Some like to watch  leaves turn yellow, orange, and brown, gently swaying in the breeze,

They trusted her. Completely! Ever since she had walked in the door, their quest for the perfect person to run