#sickness
9 storys
- Mother's Love Knows No BoundsPunyasloke Bose · 5 min read · 556 readsEven in her sickness, Vimala did not fail to take care of her grandson. All-day her grandson was under her care while both her son and daughter in law were in their jobs.Abstract
- A Rose For Emily 4William Faulkner · 2 min read · 8.7K readsThe town had just let the contracts for paving the sidewalks, and in the summer after her father's death they began the work.Classics
- The Most Hard Times Of Lifebharati guleria · 2 min read · 556 readsWhen I was in my tenth class my father got sick his condition was so bad that he couldn't go to his office.Drama
- THE GRACEKb Thakur · 3 min read · 289 reads“I am sorry, I know I have to be strong, I know I just, it’s just, it’s so hard.” he stopped abruptly. “But I will be better tomorrow, I will, I promise” She stared in his eyes with kindness pouring out of every last cell or her being. It was evident that no matter how hard it might be for him to live like that, it was much harder for her to look at him living like that. “I have to go now.” she started to get up “Stay!” he pleaded grabbing her wrist. “Ok, I’ll stay for a while” He embraced her tightly, almost greedily, like he intended to absorb her in himself. At that moment he felt someone was whispering in his ear, “I’ll always be with you, even if everything ends, remember that, always” he woke up. Sitting on the edge of the bed he wailed like a wounded animal. “Why, why did you have to go” he shouted at her picture on the wall “why do you always have to leave” his voice broke down. He could not sleep for rest of that night, and although he knew, that the sickness of heart and mind that has made a home in his soul will come back again, to inflict, to torment, yet he somehow knew that he can face it, that he can overcome it, he knew it now, he was not alone, he will never be alone.Abstract
- ଘର / (House)Kamal Kumar Dash · 8 min read · 738 readsMami gave birth to Raja. We all return to Kamlur in December '94.Drama
- My Bosom PalSaral Mehrotra · 7 min read · 309 readsMy last memory of “Manna pyara, sabka nyara” (Mani the sweetie pie, everyone’s favorite) as I used to chant since we adopted Mani was of him sitting in the corner of my bedroom.Drama
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