It was an overheard conversation that brought me here....a visit to my best friend from school. I was on vacation, back at the town where I grew up. I had to stifle the rumours….like before. Felt dirty, sneaking and searching like this. An involuntary gasp of shock escaped my lips when I opened the shoebox and saw the pointy-toed shoes...the expensive pair that went missing from the display at Doshi Uncle’s store. Guilt overwhelmed me…Were I and Shruti wrong in foolishly believing, shielding her often, long ago? The question haunted me as I went down the stairs to confront her
No comments:
Post a Comment
Glad you made it this far...would love to hear your take on the words scribbled. A comment every now and then keeps the blues away. :D
Since, crazy Mr. Blogspot won't let me reply to the comments here (is upset with the water ladies ever since they refused to verify visitors)...will do the next best thing, drop in to your blog to say my Vanakkam/Namaste/Salaam/Hello.