Four Clover Life- By Namrata Shailendra Singh

"The goalposts have changed, the ground rules have changed, this is the pandemic time. It’s all nice right now,  I reassure myself as the clock strikes 12 and I pick my Hello Motto. 12 am calls have a lot to give and a lot to take. 12 am calls reach a deeper substratum. 12 am call is nothing less than a declaration of hidden independence."  Double Dhamaka is good for products on sale; does it work for life? Click on the  LINK to read the story on Momspresso. Don't forget to Like, Comment, and Share. Image Courtesy-Pixabay

The clouds were full of ink, and the beach was dead silent except for the gentle waves, which didn't seem to care much. The shower came almost in a hurry, rain falling in wild anarchy, the gusting wind carrying them in wild swirls one moment, a straight downpour in another, and diagonal slaps the very next. I deserved it. Every bit. He was disappointed in me...I had failed him. The mist created by the downpour and the ocean stood between us. I had found him quite by chance that day near the Scripps Pier in San Diego, watching the neon bioluminescent waves, the air smelling of sulfur. He wore a long robe the color of ash. Intermittent sparks of lightning illuminated his face and the long flowing hair and beard, the color of a pearl.  “Shosroddho Pronam Kobiguru.” I tried hard. He was startled by the name, then let a smile unravel, the most tender, like dew on a maple leaf. “You are right; I was remembering you for a long.  This is my fifteenth year teaching- Where the mind is...