It was a quiet night. Mira was preparing dinner while merrily singing songs. After all it was not everyday that her little sister visited her. In fact, it was a very rare chance for her. Rick, her husband was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching highlights of an old cricket match on… Read more

It was always there, as long as I could remember, a small, emaciated tree, somewhat bent and with shriveled up branches. That was a summer with no hint of rains. I watched the tree, its leaves and above the few leaves the spider’s web hanging from a bare sickle-shaped branch. I was fond of that… Read more