He whispers in her ears; she leans forward to listen, oblivious to fleeting
stations, cries of "chai!", brisk winds and me.
I make a wish.
Years later, we discuss in tired,low tones, my mother's health, finances, home loans...
I don't notice the wistful sixteen-year-old until later.
She reminds me of a wish come true.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
The Wish (My 55 word short story)
Posted by RS at Tuesday, October 04, 2005
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2 comments:
Really good. I liked it !
Read this just now! Beautiful! Competing with Ammani?! :)
Lakshminarasimhan
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