Once I had a function somewhere And not a decent dress to wear Looking in the mirror, I couldn’t bear How gross I looked, like
Author: Feba Susan
Feba Susan is a homemaker who loves to write whenever time permits. She loves good food and music. Honesty is the best policy has always been her motto.
My Husband’s Gift
I lost my precious gold chain An anniversary gift from Spain. My heart shattered, then and there When it vanished through the drain. I cried
My Summer Vacation
I travelled down memory lane A summer vacation yet again The paddy fields, a golden spread A sight to behold from our train. Grandma stood
Neha’s Sleepover
“Neha, finish your dinner!,” shouted Mrs.Sharma as her only daughter climbed upstairs to her room in a fit of rage. This had become an usual
A Love to Remember
The past beckoned once again Through memory lanes, immortal I saw us in love, insane. Our first kiss under the fountain When
Memorable Sundays
The Summer sun shone brightly across the blue sky above the ancient building that lodged some hundred elderly people. Some abandoned by their own while
First Love
Her smile had a way to put me at ease Pleasant and genuine, one of a kind The spark in her eyes, like a rare