Survival. A shot fiction story about a young man who lost all hope with life. And a small gesture from his uncle made him realize how many ways he has more.
His favorite sweet Gajar Halwa was on the table. “Will you just keep staring at it or have it?” this soft voice of hers got back me to my senses. I realized, that I was staring at the Gajar Halwa for quite a time now. My favorite sweet dish that I haven’t tasted for like 7 years. “I am sure you must have missed the Gajar Halwa that I make. How long it has been? Six? No, seven years!” she laughed and spoke. “Ya,” I said trying hard not to look directly at her. After all these years for me, it just feels awkward with her. Is it just me?…