Observations || Stories || Ideas

   This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 24 ; the Twenty-Fourth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . The theme for this month is BLACK AND WHITE. The bell rang and a woman in her late-fifties opened the door within few of seconds. On opening the door, she found her sobbing, tearful eyes a ray of hope, which soon out busted into bitter weeping. The man she was staring, put his bag down and hugged her tightly and said in a placating tone, “I am here for you aunty. Leave Anuj to me. I am here to resurrect his life.”  “Son, you are my only hope. I have relinquished in doing so”, replied those eyes immersed in agony. “Since how long he has been in his room?” “Two weeks. Once an aspiring ad-man, is now struggling to endorse his self-confidence to himself.”   And the tears kept flowing with low cadence. “Send me a cup of coffee afte