Bad Omen, Good Omen.....It's all about your belief. And mother's love is the biggest guardian in the world. Even Voldemort couldn't breach the wall of mother's love.
He craved for a magic pencil. His father told him that if he behaves properly and keeps a sketch of what he wants beneath his pillow for a week, it will manifest. Everything went well till he placed the picture of his late mother beneath the pillow. It didn't manifest. It became moist. Somethings are… Continue reading His Pillow Fairy
"It's not clear, it's dark!" I said as I was Afraid. I thought we were stuck. "One step at a time" Dad sang his own composed rhyme, And drove the whole night.
"Kiddo, listen....listen to me carefully. What I'm going to say, might break your heart. What I'm about to say might break all those beliefs that our grandparents have sewn into our subconscious till now. But it's going to help you. I can't tell you the future, as it will create a paradox in the occurrence… Continue reading What Would I Tell To The 15-year-old Me?