"Sardar ji, kithey?" Preeto called out from inside the kitchen. Sardar ji went about tying his turban around the frown lines on his forehead. He wrapped the final end of the cloth and tucked it inside securely. "Main kahya ji, where are you going now?" Preeto emerged from the kitchen, her hands covered with wet … Continue reading THE VICTIMS
She wasn't willing to feed more mouths with her family's share. Babies were tender and vulnerable, you see. They tended to pop anything in their mouths - even poisonous berries.
"I don't want gold or silver, Eklavya." "Then what, Guruji?" "I want the thumb of your right hand."
An animal story, I thought. I had NEVER written one, this would be interesting. The magazine itself is for pre-schoolers, so I assumed the target age to be 3-5 years, again not my niche age group. Still the writer in me decided to give it a try.