Her voice was such a melody,
Tranquil and sweet;
A voice which never belonged
To heaven or to earth.
Her whisper became a song
Her laughter a pleasant dream
Her speech was so soft
Her demeanor so warm.
Essays of a Wandering Mind!
Her voice was such a melody,
Tranquil and sweet;
A voice which never belonged
To heaven or to earth.
Her whisper became a song
Her laughter a pleasant dream
Her speech was so soft
Her demeanor so warm.
“What is your problem with fire?” asked Shyam.
“Nothing man, really!” Guna tried to lie to his friend.
“Cut the crap, will you? Anyone could notice you were not so very comfortable during the festival.” said Shyam referring to the Bhogi which was a day back.
“Okay. I’ll tell you, but promise me you won’t ever blurt it to anyone else. Will you?“
It really didn’t take Shyam a long time to coax his friend out of his so called secrets. Most of them were just silly to the point of being stupid.