Memoirs !!!!

"Please suggest a story to write. I am absolutely clueless now!" said a  desperate Zubin to his colleague Sid. "This fiction genre is just not my thing. I think I have used up all the ideas that I had and now I don't think there is anything left to write on" he continued. Zubin had a Blog page and he used to write weekly blogs, mostly on current affairs, occasional poems and relationships with a sarcastic tone. It had been almost 5 years and 80 odd blogs and he wanted to upscale his writing. He was pondering on a lot of ideas and finally decided to write a blog series. "But on what?" asked Sid. "I mean it is a great idea but what will the series be about. Also it has to keep your audience interested." he continued. "I guess I will write short stories on human relationships." came a reply from Zubin who by now had a few ideas in his mind. "You mean fiction? Sounds too fickle to me" quipped Sid. "Exactly..Fickl

"Remember those days when you used to hold my hand and drop me to the school? You would comb my hair, polish my shoes, get me wear that Tie around my neck, tie the laces and then finally wake me up!!" gushed Satish. "How you used to make me study, prepare me for the exams, worry about my marks and then shield me from dad when my results would come!! Those were the days Didi." he continued. "And then when I started attending college, it was you who decided which stream should I enroll into, which college I should go to and gifted me your scooter to commute (Although I fought for a new one)! Now when I look back, I realize how much I was dependent on you." Satish said while reminiscing on those days. "I remember the day you were getting married. I was super busy in the preparations and had for the moment forgotten that you were going to leave us that day. I somehow did not cry when you were leaving because I wanted you to smile and not be weak. But f