Pikku : The Storyteller 👧

"It isn't working between us. It would be better if we break up." The words were like a nail placed over the heart and the tone was the hammer. Pawan's heart bled not because of what Seema said but because of the ease with which she did it. She neither had a heavy throat, nor a stammering voice and nor even a lowered eye. She was the one for whom he had rebelled against his parents, because of which his affluent father, who was the owner of the best photography contract brand of the city, "Lamhe", had thrown him out of the house into abject misery and uncertainty. But Seema was unmoved by all his arguments. She was adamant, she wanted space. "You better go and search for yourself a living." she wasn't hard in the tone but she did no effort to choose softer words. Now, this was an assault not at Pawan's heart or emotion but self-respect. Pawan loved Seema like a kid loves his dreams, but he did not realize that dreams change and even di...

"Add right here, a blot on the right cheek.  A BIG,  UGLY, BLACK, BLOT." Divya shouted, each word loud and clear, pointing with her index finger the heading 'Other traits' in her biodata, pressing it against the sofa foam with a force that could tear a finger size hole in the paper. She gazed her parents in disappointment and barged out of the living room. Throwing the puckered biodata into the dustbin, she ran up to the terrace. The tantrum was thrown on the yet another rejection of arranged marriage proposal.  She pushed open the door of the terrace, whamming it on the outer wall. The loud sound didn't although panic her parents who were familiar with this childhood habit- this running to the terrace, creating ruckus by whamming things, weeping badly and then coming back down, exhausted. But they didn't realise the gravity of the matter this time.  Divya moved out with force and then feeling exhausted of the over-anger knelt down bending the neck backwards, ...