Shweta stared at the blank page in front of her. Her expression was frantic.
She desperately needed to fill up that page, and fill it up fast. With words. Meaningful
ones at that. But the words just refused to heed to her commands. She
squiggled on the page with the wrong end of the ball-point pen in her hand.
The copyright of this story is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.
No comments:
Post a Comment