Orange Stories

Hello folks, How are you doing? This lockdown is tiresome, right? But life is all about optimism. Soon every thing will be fine, life will be on the same old track and we will be busy again. But there is a lot you can do in this lockdown too. Binge my stories ! Here is another original   story for you. Go ahead!  Happy reading ♥️ THE STORY … "Wake up Zainab, its almost 3:45. You'll miss suhoor. If you don't wake up I'll  not allow you to do the fasting …" Oh! The fast, I was supposed to wake up for the pre dawn meal. "Zainaaaab ..." I could sense a slight impatience in my mother's voice.  Aaha!   I could smell something warm and delicious. I threw my self out and ran to the kitchen. Before I could entre, I stumbled upon mom. "Watch your steps, beta. How many times have I told you not to run?" " Ammi , I'll also do the fasting …" "Then go and wash up yourself ..." before she could complete her ...

Namaste! Sorry for the late post guys. I have been busy with my semester exams. But better late then never. Well, here is a fiction story for you. But this may be the story of every second person belonging to septuagenarians'  category. We often feel irksome around elderly people. So, today I have dedicated this story to all the old generation folks. I have kept it short . Hopefully, you'll enjoy reading this. Share if you like and show your love by commenting. Happy reading ♥️ THE STORY … The armchair creaked as I stood to close the window. Before I could reach for it, the wind threw it open and a huge volume of cold air made its way inside my warm room. My face was hit by the chilled air. Yes, that stung but my face refused to move back. I closed my eyes. I inhaled as much air as I could, paused for a while and exhaled slowly. I wanted more of it.  My nose and ears started getting numb. I pushed my thoughts away and clos...