It was unusually quiet. She dried her hands on her apron and went to Arjun’s room. She found him surrounded by PVC pellets, carefully refilling the beanbag.
“Please don’t be angry Mama! I’m putting them back. I wanted to see what was inside.”
Priya suppressed a laugh. How could she be angry at his innocence?
Amazing.. I read all short stories.. Loved “Anger Vs Innocence”, “Blue”, “First Crush” and “Her Dream”…
Your writing is impressive..
Thank you so much. It means a lot!