A few lines were scribbled, a few words were struck through, blotches of ink here and there on the crinkled paper – as it was, did not aesthetically look like a letter, but Anita read on. “I don’t know how to tell you, I like you ever since I saw you first time. I love to hear when you speak. I feel like I am dreaming”, then there was something she could not read. “I cannot look into your eyes. I feel so shy, but I pick up a fight with others to get a close view, every other day.” She stopped at scribbled words, again. “When you sit on your chair and cross your legs, I feel so uneasy but I cannot take my eyes off. I jabbed one’s nose who was … Read entire article »

“I cannot believe”, he wanted to add – she did it, but stopped. He was way too excited. “Well, you can see for yourself”, his friend sighed. “I am at a loss. I don’t know what to say. It was such a lovely house, so beautiful and something I have always been jealous of you for. How long did it take to build, long for sure?” “Ah! No less than two years I guess”, he kept his voice low, looking at it now. Everything looked like a mess. Broken pieces of everything shattered. “It was not just a house. It was a work of art. I could compare with. You started with nothing and then you got all those wonderful ideas, you adorned with just perfect little souvenirs from all around.” He … Read entire article »