wanted to save her husband's dignity at the twilight of his
life. She averted to the idea but in vain, and soon they were
packed off to an old age home.
There they had a tiny room with two beds in it. They made
new friends. But, there too, they liked to spend most of
their time in the courtyard. Although, it gave them a shelter
and looked quite same as their home, but they always
complained that there was less air and even lesser light.
Vivek Nath Mishra: I'm a writer residing in Varanasi. I'm
currently working in a bank. My short stories have been
published by The Hindu, Queen mob's Teahouse, Prachya
Review, Muse India, Indian ruminations and many others.