“Maa?” Nidhi turned around to the meek voice. 11-year-old Siya stood hesitantly. “Siya!” Nidhi went to her with outstretched arms. “Are you hungry, my love? Should I make you something?” Read More
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Every day at the crack of dawn, Half the world I smile upon. Glittery, glorious and oh so bright, Here I come to start your morn! Throw open those curtains Read More
Anand stood before the empty canvas mounted on his easel. White. Plain white. He stared at it, his brush in his hand, the palette next to him, waiting to be Read More
