A rainy day – the sort of day that makes kids burst into a jig, and poets into a poetic tizzy. Louder, louder grows the rumbling, and the frogs gradually lose their croaks. The emergent sun, a pink...
The slogging labourers, the tea-seller, the egg-seller, the dog hiding the piece of roti and the sweepress - they leave no stone unturned in order to satisfy the pangs of hunger. The labourers leave the comfort...
Hey, who was that in the distance, that tiny speck peddling away in my direction? I rubbed my eyes, trying to see clearly.
A tin box welded to a creaking, ramshackle bicycle, and wonderful smells erupting from...
We always live the life we wish for… maybe not in this world but in an alternate one. Enjoy the first little story by Ronin in a new series of wistful tiny tales.