Giving Wings To Dreams

An attempt to address the helplessness of parents who have and will have different parenting struggles since time immemorial to save their children from slipping into labyrinth of illogical fashion ,demands and at present the ocean of gadgets.... Times change, centuries roll But parents have only their children's well being as their only goal. "Why are you standing here? Oh! Stop staring there, Don't twitter like this. Don't roam like that ." "Ah! "My heart shouted thither, " Will you please stop this father?" A momentary silence prevailed But soon my dad yelled again, " Mend your ways. Trim your nails. Wear a decent attire. Concentrate on your studies or get ready to fail." I perspired and wailed," Stop this father."  "Have you gone mad?" Shouted my teenager son. Son who has a novel definition of fun. Who is a prisoner of a tech cell The living hell whose inmate is not one but everyone's teenaged young ones. W...

"Shradha ,do you have any idea where and with whom your son loiters through out the day?" Sharad  yelled as usual when he entered the house in the evening. Shradha , preferred to act dumb to ever rising outbursts of her husband. Sharad ,who earlier was as cool as his name was, who would whenever come back home was like a fresh gust of cool breeze  with the passage of time had converted into a volcano ready to erupt any moment. "Shradha ,where is Sohard ?" Sharad screamed again to find Shradha his otherwise docile wife ignoring him "He is sleeping. He has headache." Shradha spoke timidly fearing the outcome . "Headache my foot .Let  me handle that rogue once and for all on my own." Sharad joined his hands threateningly towards Shradha ,who knew that that time the only alternative left in front of her was to stay out of her husband's way. Sharad banged open the door of their only son Sohard's room who was sleeping and was covering his ...