My Inheritance of Longing

“Some wishes are only there to teach us how to wait”, says the writer cum speaker, Mandy Hale. When you wait for someone or something, you can never measure the length of that ongoing phenomenon. Those profound yearnings teach us to fall and feel for the art of waiting. I, too, have experienced that rhythm of longing. I have already crisscrossed many waiting moments during the pages and stages of my life. I, too, have nurtured a plethora of wishes since my childhood, which have fashioned wings for me to soar across the fictional sky of longing. I do not know where or how to begin my affiliation with the wonderland of wishes. I am extremely flummoxed. So, let me take a walk down the shadow lane of the remembrance of things past.

Thank you TM your Story team for publishing my short story " The Inheritance of Longing". I am chuffed to say that I have penned the inheritance and the baton I have passed on to my darling Little Anvik. Those who wish to read my short story can access it online. The compulsive writer in me has written my confessions or calmness. I do not know how to decipher it.