about writing and other such passionate matters


It was a game between them. The sun would win if he was able to make Ambika drop her veil – her dupatta – from her head. And he would have won too (who can overcome the intensity of those fire-tipped rays that passionately caress the earth?) only if Ambika did not have centuries of tradition . . .

(Here is my entry to ‘LitLive My Story’ Contest.  Please traipse over to: to read the complete story. You can, if you want,  Like / Vote for this entry 🙂

And if you drop a comment that will be the icing on the cake. 🙂

Thanks in advance for reading. And you might need to be logged into Facebook to show your ‘like’ for this story).


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