This is a short film! We could visualize this girl, her heart pounding and stomach somersaulting. We could visualize the father, wanting to help by not helping, wanting to protect and support and teach by simple and solid companionship, never underestimating you. We visualized the setting, the stacks of papers with the Principal.
Your storytelling skills shape this incident into a story of triumph and learning. 💜
Yes, I now see it as a short film! And that's another dimension to see this story in. Thank you for reading and writing back in ways that one begins to look at one's own writing in a new light.
You will never be alone! Lovely piece.
Dear Rituparna,
This is a short film! We could visualize this girl, her heart pounding and stomach somersaulting. We could visualize the father, wanting to help by not helping, wanting to protect and support and teach by simple and solid companionship, never underestimating you. We visualized the setting, the stacks of papers with the Principal.
Your storytelling skills shape this incident into a story of triumph and learning. 💜
Yes, I now see it as a short film! And that's another dimension to see this story in. Thank you for reading and writing back in ways that one begins to look at one's own writing in a new light.
Beautiful story. Another priceless lesson for me on “Being Baba to my kids”.
Your stories are gems.