It was a weekend and sun is up high in the sky, but still every IT professional wants to enjoy that extra 5 minutes of sleep. Not their fault though! Who doesn’t want that? Read on to know more about Nisha's thoughts...!
5:00 in the morning, Raheem Chacha, as he was lovingly called in the locality, stretched hard, sat up and said his daily little prayer thanking the Almighty. He left the bed to welcome the new day and headed for his daily chores... Follow the link to read on!
Stories, appeal to the power of my imagination, to the curiosity and to my will. They ignite emotions, without having to go anywhere or do anything. What a wordly pleasure. Stories are wisdom. Stories are made by us, for us. Stories are illimitable, afar precincts. A sensation well-loved by me and by you. Stories divulge, revolutionize hearts, transform minds, and change lives.
‘Aaj jaane ki zid na karo… Yoonhi pahlu mein baithe raho…’ A melodious song was playing from an old gramophone record. Gramophone was one of the many vintage collections which Veena had! Her morning usually starts with a cup of tea and melodious music in the background.
To all my Lovely Readers... I take this opportunity to extend my gratitude to you all for constantly encouraging me with amazing comments. It was like a fuel to my body..to keep me going!
It was mid-day and I was immersed in reading “The Fountain Head” by Ayn Rand (which I started reading couple of days back). As I read, my mind was constantly wavering to remember a quote by her which I came across sometime back. It was diverting my focus, so, without wasting a moment, I turned…
That's all she ever needed!
Phone ringing… “Amma...I already told you I am driving back home.” said pratyusha frustrated. Angrily, Mrs. Subramanyam disconnected the call! Later when Mrs. Subramanyam is out-of-town… “Papa, isn’t it 2 days since amma called?” pratyusha wondered! She kept calling amma but in vain! “This is not so like amma, usually a day doesn’t go by…