" Cow slaughter is an inhuman practice and should be banned," Reema read from the back of the newspaper that her brother, Rahul, was reading. "Okay that’s good. I mean, when cows provide us with milk and plough our fields and all, we shouldn’t eat them up. Little thanks that will be. But look…" "You’ll miss the beef," Rahul interrupted smugly, without taking his eyes off the paper that he was reading. "Hey, I gave it up long back!" Reema objected sharply. She hated being accused for what she had not done and her past mistakes being pointed out. "Point, but not after two cows left the Earth and landed in your stomach," Rahul replied calmly. Reema was annoyed. She always was when her brother was around. He had an irritating habit of pointing out all her mistakes and insulting her all the time. " Anyway, you were saying something before I interrupted you." "You always interrupt me. But as I was saying,...
A collection of short stories and poems, a window into my soul. - Zoi