Sunday 28 May 2017

Mini Tale



'Where is your assignment?' I asked him.
He adjusted his glasses properly, rubbed his nose with his hand and stood up.
'I have not done,' he replied after wasting my precious five minutes.
'He is a slow learner,' the class shouted in unison.
'He is not a slow learner. He is my special child. And students do remember that slow and steady wins the race,' I said and patted on his back. 

Mini Tale





The mask man invades her at nights.
She feels the pain, but fails to express.
The society taboos her 'special child.'
And her parents call the mask man her 'care taker.'

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It's winter I feel now, As I lay down still Inside the blanket, My fingers shiver with cold, My eyes are swollen- Waiting for the...