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 …
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The Withered Tree
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 …
A peek in my mind 