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Milk on one burner; egg boiling on the other, bread slices in the toaster and tap running over vegetables. Latika was running from one corner of the kitchen to the other. Just then the doorbell rang. She ran to open the door. “Meera, you are late again. You know how important every minute … Read more
Sarthak was playing on his play station when I returned from office. “Hi mom!” he shouted without taking his eyes off the sinful gadget. “Hi son! How was your day?” I asked, as I advanced to plant a kiss on his forehead. “Wait, wait! You will ruin my game,” he yelled at me, shaking his … Read more
Sultan’s tyranny defied by a labyrinth mesmerizing tale alluring monarch each night bravo! wise Scheherazade Submitted in response to Carpe Diem #1338 where theme is “The Arabian Nights.”