Short Stories

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”

The boy's gone. The boy's gone home. It's a tree trunk. It's a cut down tree trunk. It was planted by my grandma, and then two more  grew on its side. Grandma died when I was 9. Few years back they cut one tree that the storm killed. Then they cut another. And now they… Continue reading “Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”