My mother and I were coming out of a store, and the sight we saw was one in a million. My father was standing in front of a stage when little kids were dancing, and he was dancing with them to the beat of their music with pure joy on his face. Before you think… Continue reading The Child in My Father
Author: Priyasha Anand
Sunlight on My Window
Today I woke up to the warm light of the sun gliding over the grills of my window. The buzzing of the fan with silence all around, and warmth for company. What a time it was! It wasn’t like the usual mornings shown in movies or described in books nor was it a beautiful sunset… Continue reading Sunlight on My Window