Growing up in an Indian family, you usually get accustomed to hearing from your parents and grandparents how they once lived in a joint family (some of you might still be living in it). You get ‘advised’ by your parents on the stream you should choose in senior school, college entrances you ought to give, and even whom you should marry (no value judgments about that).
Chapter 1- Let Me Introduce You To My Father.
Fish was aware of blue water shimmering and dancing: it seemed all around her as she began her approach. One-two-three-and-hurdle. The springboard gave way beneath her and then she was airborne. At the top of her lift, she hung in the air for just a moment before beginning her downward flight – for just long enough to see them sitting in the stands, side by side, looking up at her.
. . . she did the first time she saw him. She was the only friend the young boy had, the only person who gave him love.
Hi, your friend Gin is back!
Santa’s Wizardly Christmas
It was a bright, warm morning as Susan left her home and walked along her road towards Bristol city centre. She walked quickly, neatly dodging the black bins, recycling boxes and brown food bins that littered the pavement. The familiar beeping, clattering and chinking of the recycling lorries filled the air but when she tuned in to the general soundscape she could hear the birds singing in the park, which made her smile. After fifteen minutes she entered the office building that was the location for her current temp job. Susan greeted the receptionist as she searched her bag for her flimsy paper pass. Finally she found it, showed the bar code to the pass reader and received a satisfying beep. She walked through shabby corridors into a noisy office greeting co-workers as she passed them.