An Unheard Story

1931, London. It was a pleasant beautiful evening in Abbey Road. The street was busy as the people were retiring back from work. 12, Abbey Road looked beautiful from outside but no one knew what was happening inside.

Potlu’s Diary- A Night with the Magic Marble

A rainy day with dark clouds, we were overjoyed. Amma and Baba were busy at the fields carefully sowing more seeds and collecting water for later as well.


It was a cold and wet day, thick yellow fog creeped and settled on the cobbled streets of London, Mr. Taylor, a usual late riser, save upon not those infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated on his favorite leather saloon chair, dressed in his exotic mouse colored dressing gown, smoking his morning cigarette.