Rushing through to catch the flight she realized was early, and sat down for the much needed cup of coffee, the man before her definitely a has been, fifty going on fifteen. Something very familiar about him. He looked up at her, there seem to be an anticipation of recognition. “Aren’t you, Jojo’s sister?” “yes,” …
Th’ writer..coffee.. an’ broken pencil
Writer..Coffee...broken pencil. Ashit looked around, he could see the coffee dispensing machine, the broken pencils in the recycle bin, the writer though was missing. Ashit knew this smell a familiar smell of moving on. The guest would move on, leaving stale memories of them behind. As a house keeper Ashit had seen many of them, …
Telling a story that empowers.
I met my friend Malavika after a long while. For the past 10yrs, I have been hearing the same story, how, her partner took advantage of her at work, her husband was loving yet detached, financial challenges, tension with sibling. Coming to think of this most of us are dealing with similar issues not that …
My story is slowly killing me.
My story – dying slowly In the burns ward the more terminally ill ones would be heavily medicated. They would be in and out of lucidity voicing their inner truest stories. In absolute honesty they would spew out their frustration, anger, and resentment about their jobs, their immediate family sometimes it is very painful for …
What is Your Story?
What is your storyThe life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.—James M.BarrieListening to my patients and tobacco addicts I realized we all have a …
the Cinderella story
http://www.shoppersstop.com The town if you could call it was a congregation of a few motley houses, and a church. Though some time back affluent Portuguese families lived here now it was just heritage houses. Charles and his sister charlotte had come to this town as Charles had recover from an accident. He was the greatest …
