R.I.P. Little Girl | Flash Post 359
Times such as these are extremely agonising and humbling, Button.
Times such as these are extremely agonising and humbling, Button.
Button, what I am about to tell you, seems straight out of a Hitchcock film. I watched Birds years back but the film still sends shivers down my spine.
Button, when I was young and seventeen, I remember my father trying to find a groom for me.
Button, it was a beautiful Sunday morning this morning and barididi and I decided to take our pets for their morning walk.
Button, when we first got Messi home no bigger than a rat, his favourite hide-out used to be behind the backrest of our king-sized bed where he would huddle up in a foetal position and fall asleep instantly.
Button, while brushing my teeth this morning, I suddenly noticed a teeny-weeny spider slowly trudging along.
Button, looking out of the airplane window en route to Kolkata, the sparkling fluffy white clouds caught my attention.
Button, I heard the flautist playing a beautiful melody on his flute this morning after many months and my ears perked up hearing the lilting sound I love so much.
Button, you must have read the news about the young 7-year old girl living in a shanty on the pavements of GTB Nagar who has been shackled to her bed day and night because her mother fears she could well be a victim of rape following the kidnapping, rape and murder of a 5 year old girl in Mahim?
Button, on one of our trips to feed strays in our locality, chotididi was accosted by an occupant of one of the apartments who gravely threatened her with dire consequences if we didn’t stop feeding them.