"You see them, talk about them, and care about them deeply. Just do the same with your studies. Build that connection."

"Oh, that's a long wait! Don't worry, Uncle. My school closes next week for winter vacation. Please schedule your surgery then. I'll stay with you."

It was a cold December morning. Murali and his grandpa went out for their usual morning walk. The mist was thick that day, making it hard to s...

Silence. Rain. When no answer came right away, the Teacher said, "If you're a team of good friends, it should be easy."

Years passed happily, filled with fun events. Murali was now a ninth-grade student, and Hridya had started third grade. Their schools shared the same large c...

Babies want their loved ones nearby, even when they're busy playing or exploring. Once you understand that, they'll want to stay close to you

It was a bright Sunday afternoon. Though the days were hot, a comfortable coolness filled their house, thanks to the big shade tree in the courtyard and a clus...

True, a mother and child form the very first team—not just for people, but for all living beings.

Murali's parents left home early each morning for school, taking their breakfast and lunch with them. Murali ate his breakfast by 7 a.m., just before heading to his own school. A...

Murali always knew that being a big brother was a big deal, full of essential duties. And he absolutely loved it.

Once babies hit nine months, everyone starts buzzing about when they’ll walk on their own.

From the moment Hridya was born, she stole the show in her family. She was adorable and always so cheerful. Right from her first day, she woke up with a big, bright smile. Her big brother, Murali, nicknamed her "the smiling doll."

Murali was seven when Hridya arrived. Ever sin...

My first English short story. I wrote this story in 2005 and first published on a UK based short story publishing website. Later that web service was closed down. Subsequently I included it in my open story book "The Quake and Other Stories". This story was triggered by the photo of an old...

Unrest
Yelling heart
Anger
Sense of loss
Sorrow
Burning brain
Depression
Aching fingers
Deep breathing
Abrupt sleep
Waking up
Collage of images
Flow of words
A poem is born!

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