He was born with a silver spoon - or rather, a platinum and diamond one. She had given every drop of sweat to earn herself the comfort that she'd envied since childhood. He wasn't the typical rich boy. But she was the typical struggler who had turned rags into Persian carpets and the like. They… Continue reading Silly rich boy
Month: March 2012
Burnt toast
The morning light streamed into her room. Crows shouted at each other outside. The smell of burnt toast filled the house. She was in the kitchen, right next to the toaster. But her mind was somewhere else. He was in the next room. His hands and eyes were busy packing. Even his nose had no… Continue reading Burnt toast
One of my children’s book reviews
Uncle Trouble
Sudesna's Space 