Breeze of the Rain

In my town Uvindra, governance is good but not effective due to crimes I hear of since childhood, I grow up indoor amidst my step family torture, now doing little jobs to earn imanageto, secure college. A bright 20 year old girl I'm, been through mental stress but still alive, something I'm grateful for. Today as my step mother scolds me, her heart attack begins and my brother beats me up for causing it then she's rushed to the hospital. Slowly I wipe my tears and prepare for school. In my light blue soft sari, I walk the street hurriedly out of lateness. Suddenly I bump into someone almost falling, my books scatters, with one swift effortless he catches me, his strong hands firm on the exposed waist side of my sari, I gasp locked in his ga

A beautiful connection.

A modern more urban world of India, cities, towns and villages afar. A state of civilization and great governmental rule though dangerous crimes escalate and goes unattended to, due to this dangerous secret thugs led by an old mafia whom out of enmity, do not obey the government instead raid smaller developed towns causing panic and dreadful crimes to agitate the superior indian official governments.

Tiny overwhelming sparks of love