Tiny Tales.

My new fascination:

1} I like simple things- a corner in my home overlooking lush green fields, holding breeze in my hair, a book, music, a cup of tea.

2} He read stories for them. Touch was the only language they knew.Her fingers met his on a braille board and it was love at first sight.

3} She had left words way behind. The land of creativity lay barren. He came like an nonseasonal rain and the seeds sown long back started growing again.

4} He was guilty if his mistake. If only he could speak, he would say sorry a thousand times. Instead he licked her knees and wagged his tail.

5} She found his inbox full of letters that he had written for her but never sent. That day she emptied it only to find them filling her eyes with tears.