Nandini, a Love Story
For some days I noticed that many persons in his group were irregular. “They were transferred” … the rumour shook my ground. “I will never see him. He gets transferred to somewhere whose address I do not know.” The shock and the thought were so sudden and so vicious that I felt uprooted. “He should have told me. Even though we were not connected intimately, sometimes we shared seats, and sometimes we talked about music, guitar, recent songs, temperature, weather, politics… He must inform me…before going… after all, I deserved a farewell on his part at my inconsolable heart.
Hey, I am Munmun, the phoenix fabulist who wants to tell you stories. I love to read stories and I love to weave stories. I feel life is an amalgamation of multiple stories, colourful threads, and threads of pain, pleasure, hope, and hopelessness. We just need to pick those hues and arrange them, knitting them with our own emotions and perception. So let’s celebrate the stories of life.