Sunday, April 17, 2011

SIBLINGS


Sitting up on my bed at midnight, I could sense the heavy breathing of sleep-drowned fellows across the dormitory. For a boy of six, hostel life was quite tough. I missed mom, but thought of my baby brother more; miles away from me, oblivious to my presence, someone was growing up in my old clothes…

**P.S.:- My first try at '55 fiction'.

3 comments:

  1. The last line does something...strong something.

    impressive first.

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  2. I think u should make it a proper story. :)

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