PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
The ferry lazily drifts on the silent waters patronizing the people with deep pockets and
a penchant for the uncommon.
“Shouldn’t Nikhil’s feet be firmly on the ground while he reaches for the moon?” concern
dripped from Priyanka’s throat.
“Many moons ago, you aimed for the stars, isn’t it? Let him find his way”, reasoned
Aniket, puffing smoke from his Havana cigar.
She turns her head to avert her husband’s gaze, trying to stop the fusillade of moisture
from her eyes.
“The leap to stardom is full of compromises, deceit and of course hard work”. She stifles
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