The master bedroom of the Haveli was supposed to be a place of quiet dignity, but at seven oโclock on a Sunday morning, it looked like a battlefield of soft toys and crushed pillows.
Little Anvika was fully awake, and because she was awake, sleep had become impossible for everyone unfortunate enough to live under the same roof. At twelve months old, she had officially mastered the art of walking, which meant her speed had doubled and her capacity for mischief had quadrupled.
Recently, my brother was diagnosed with cancer. Earlier, I used to write purely for fun, but Iโve now made some chapters paid to help support my family during this time. Iโm not sharing this for sympathy, only to ask for your support so that finances donโt become a hurdle in his treatment. Thank you for standing by me.
Write a comment ...