One twos are two – a short story.

Meenu was walking past the school again that day. "One twos are two." She heard the usual lessons. "One threes are three" she repeated with the voice this time, a proud smile on her face as if she had won a prize. She wondered what it meant though, if only she could enter the plush [...]

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The blue sneakers – A mini story.

"Hey where did you get these from?" I asked him. I could see him smile the broadest since he joined our group. Those blue and white sneakers were exactly the ones I wanted. Shining on his feet, beneath those dirty and torn jeans he always wore, they were mocking me. "Baba bought them yesterday." He [...]