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Chitra Iyer

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MY MOTHER'S FIRST LETTER TO ME (A SHORT STORY) #yqbaba #yostowrimo #shortstory #chitstory #mothersfirstletter My mother. Ah! she was a complete package. A lady whose brains and beauty were the envy of the whole town. She was the vice-president of a well known firm, a rarity for women during her time. I used to bask in her reflected glory. My dad was an unassuming man and worked in the Gulf, arriving home once in six months. I wish to narrate an incident that effectively changed my life. I was in the second year of an elite college. Lots

MY MOTHER'S FIRST LETTER TO ME (A SHORT STORY) #yqbaba #yostowrimo #shortstory #chitstory #mothersfirstletter My mother. Ah! she was a complete package. A lady whose brains and beauty were the envy of the whole town. She was the vice-president of a well known firm, a rarity for women during her time. I used to bask in her reflected glory. My dad was an unassuming man and worked in the Gulf, arriving home once in six months. I wish to narrate an incident that effectively changed my life. I was in the second year of an elite college. Lots

Anuj Jain

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If you can find me before noon you will get the ₹5000/- you wanted. I woke up and this note greeted me instead of Mom in the kitchen. Her first letter and that too this, I was perplexed, instantly I searched the entire house to no avail. Phone calls to everyone known possible didn't yielded any results. The clock struck 12 and I was a mess still figuring out her whereabouts and down she strode from the staircase. I had all along been in the room on the roof I had been telling you to clean, you avoided that even now she laughed. I knew you won't go there. Now as a punishment you have to clean the room as well as you won't be getting the rupees too. I was looking at her, the mother whom I yesterday told was the best mom in the entire world. Welcome to the Day 9 of the YourQuote Story Writing Month or #YoStoWriMo i.e. May. It's the day after Mother's Day and the festivities and greetings have died down. Unusually for your household, you do not hear the everyday sounds of cooking, praying, doing the dishes and chatting with the neighbours. You get out of bed and look everywhere for your mother. You see a letter on the table, addressed to you, written in your mother's handwriting. #Collab and write a short story titled My Mother's F

If you can find me before noon you will get the ₹5000/- you wanted. I woke up and this note greeted me instead of Mom in the kitchen. Her first letter and that too this, I was perplexed, instantly I searched the entire house to no avail. Phone calls to everyone known possible didn't yielded any results. The clock struck 12 and I was a mess still figuring out her whereabouts and down she strode from the staircase. I had all along been in the room on the roof I had been telling you to clean, you avoided that even now she laughed. I knew you won't go there. Now as a punishment you have to clean the room as well as you won't be getting the rupees too. I was looking at her, the mother whom I yesterday told was the best mom in the entire world. Welcome to the Day 9 of the YourQuote Story Writing Month or #YoStoWriMo i.e. May. It's the day after Mother's Day and the festivities and greetings have died down. Unusually for your household, you do not hear the everyday sounds of cooking, praying, doing the dishes and chatting with the neighbours. You get out of bed and look everywhere for your mother. You see a letter on the table, addressed to you, written in your mother's handwriting. #Collab and write a short story titled My Mother's F

Varadhan P M

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Yostowrimo The Dead Letter It has happened several decades back... I used to recall Tagore's Coach man Ali, who haunted post office! The difference was I was never aware of her letter at all. Telephones were a luxury! Telegrams were costly. Post card was the common means of communication. She also never disclosed me about her letter. After her demise we found a letter unposted. She had written that She wanted to see me! Welcome to the Day 9 of the YourQuote Story Writing Month or #YoStoWriMo i.e. May. It's the day after Mother's Day and the festivities and greetings have died down. Unusually for your household, you do not hear the everyday sounds of cooking, praying, doing the dishes and chatting with the neighbours. You get out of bed and look everywhere for your mother. You see a letter on the table, addressed to you, written in your mother's handwriting. #Collab and write a short story titled My Mother's F

Yostowrimo The Dead Letter It has happened several decades back... I used to recall Tagore's Coach man Ali, who haunted post office! The difference was I was never aware of her letter at all. Telephones were a luxury! Telegrams were costly. Post card was the common means of communication. She also never disclosed me about her letter. After her demise we found a letter unposted. She had written that She wanted to see me! Welcome to the Day 9 of the YourQuote Story Writing Month or #YoStoWriMo i.e. May. It's the day after Mother's Day and the festivities and greetings have died down. Unusually for your household, you do not hear the everyday sounds of cooking, praying, doing the dishes and chatting with the neighbours. You get out of bed and look everywhere for your mother. You see a letter on the table, addressed to you, written in your mother's handwriting. #Collab and write a short story titled My Mother's F

Shalini Maurya

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When I was in hostel. I remember My first parents days only paa came, and gave me full of bag and letter ✉️. When I read that letter I felt emotionally strong. I kept that letter till now with my memories and mom's love. Welcome to the Day 9 of the YourQuote Story Writing Month or #YoStoWriMo i.e. May. It's the day after Mother's Day and the festivities and greetings have died down. Unusually for your household, you do not hear the everyday sounds of cooking, praying, doing the dishes and chatting with the neighbours. You get out of bed and look everywhere for your mother. You see a letter on the table, addressed to you, written in your mother's handwriting. #Collab and write a short story titled My Mother's F

When I was in hostel. I remember My first parents days only paa came, and gave me full of bag and letter ✉️. When I read that letter I felt emotionally strong. I kept that letter till now with my memories and mom's love. Welcome to the Day 9 of the YourQuote Story Writing Month or #YoStoWriMo i.e. May. It's the day after Mother's Day and the festivities and greetings have died down. Unusually for your household, you do not hear the everyday sounds of cooking, praying, doing the dishes and chatting with the neighbours. You get out of bed and look everywhere for your mother. You see a letter on the table, addressed to you, written in your mother's handwriting. #Collab and write a short story titled My Mother's F

Her Sunset

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Get up , Don't sleep again, brush ur teeth and eat something which I have prepared..and make ur brother do the same..u both don't fight..I will be back soon..take care both of u.. Welcome to the Day 9 of the YourQuote Story Writing Month or #YoStoWriMo i.e. May. It's the day after Mother's Day and the festivities and greetings have died down. Unusually for your household, you do not hear the everyday sounds of cooking, praying, doing the dishes and chatting with the neighbours. You get out of bed and look everywhere for your mother. You see a letter on the table, addressed to you, written in your mother's handwriting. #Collab and write a short story titled My Mother's F

Get up , Don't sleep again, brush ur teeth and eat something which I have prepared..and make ur brother do the same..u both don't fight..I will be back soon..take care both of u.. Welcome to the Day 9 of the YourQuote Story Writing Month or #YoStoWriMo i.e. May. It's the day after Mother's Day and the festivities and greetings have died down. Unusually for your household, you do not hear the everyday sounds of cooking, praying, doing the dishes and chatting with the neighbours. You get out of bed and look everywhere for your mother. You see a letter on the table, addressed to you, written in your mother's handwriting. #Collab and write a short story titled My Mother's F

R.S. Meena

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She can't write because she doesn't know how to read. So, whatever she has told me is oral not in writing. Welcome to the Day 9 of the YourQuote Story Writing Month or #YoStoWriMo i.e. May. It's the day after Mother's Day and the festivities and greetings have died down. Unusually for your household, you do not hear the everyday sounds of cooking, praying, doing the dishes and chatting with the neighbours. You get out of bed and look everywhere for your mother. You see a letter on the table, addressed to you, written in your mother's handwriting. #Collab and write a short story titled My Mother's F

She can't write because she doesn't know how to read. So, whatever she has told me is oral not in writing. Welcome to the Day 9 of the YourQuote Story Writing Month or #YoStoWriMo i.e. May. It's the day after Mother's Day and the festivities and greetings have died down. Unusually for your household, you do not hear the everyday sounds of cooking, praying, doing the dishes and chatting with the neighbours. You get out of bed and look everywhere for your mother. You see a letter on the table, addressed to you, written in your mother's handwriting. #Collab and write a short story titled My Mother's F