Tiny Tales-1

He came home. Drunk as usual. Suddenly missed her shouts.
She lied there. Stony eyed. Undisturbed and unfazed.
The baby never stopped crying. And then, he cried.

The Journey Begins..

Its a fresh start, nothing like leaving behind a baggage of sorrows or miseries, but exploring newer avenues of joyous terrains. I reach or I don't I would always have a story to tell. The would be this wonderful crafting of the journey undertaken, but something even more beautiful would unfold itself if I succeed in reaching my destination, perhaps. I would be undertaking my new journey soon, through my writings, to the country of my imagination and city of dreams. And on my way, I'll share every tit-bit which deserves to be told. Its time I start packing up now. Wouldn't you wish me all the luck before I start?