Where is My Father?

Where is My Father?

Dusk has descended over the sky and I am washing my hands and legs at a water tap in the front yard of my home after doing a little gardening work. ‘Where is father? He has yet to return after his usual evening walk,’ I turned my eyes towards the front gate with a little…

Tortured Beings
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Tortured Beings

The Chirping sparrows, dew struck tender leaves, slowly creeping warmth of sunshine; giving a silent promise of a bright day ahead.  But Danny, the 12 year old, was still under his bed covers drawing them closer to cover his face in a pretence that dawn was still far from reality. The cosy warmth of morning…

Lost
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Lost

The word depicts much more than the typical oxford descriptions neither does it portray those “lost and found” incidences that the media fusses around. In real life nothing is found just substituted. What is lost is lost for ever!

The Frog and the Snake

The Frog and the Snake

That frog was really big. It was bigger than the largest I had ever seen. The frog stared back at me with expressionless eyes. It was almost the size of a football. There is no problem for a frog to be the size of a foot ball, but it will be a bit disheartening for a football to be the the size of a frog, and that is exactly the problem here.