Posts tagged Fiction
the beginning!
4‘How does your tea taste like?’, he asked me. He was playing with his cup, rubbing it, slowly moving it or sometimes just touching it. I could sense flurry of words building in his brains yet losing it’s voice when he tried to utter. Staring out of the window, absentmindedly I replied, ‘it’s sweet’. Probably he wanted to ask me about my post-break up life or simply tea, but either way, I was telling the truth.
Living a life in Street – 55
0Feeling lost, boy cried out. Somewhere a dog barked mocking his solitude.
He wanted to live in colorful world, away from his dark ally. He packed his bag and ran away leaving his mother’s protection.
Now nowhere to go, no one to cry with, he’s just another street kid, pitied by many yet ignored.
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