The Arrows from the Archer

“How are you doing, Sir”, I asked him.

“A Matter of Honour, to be in India” pat came the reply, with a grin.

“How are they, Kane and Abel?”

“Wait, you are in for A Twist in Tale J”.

"A Quiver Full of Arrows or First Among Equals ?"

“Both are babies”, he quips, “no parallels”.

“How do you decide on your stories?”,

“Fairies drop them in my head As the crow flies”.

“Do you like them in your Path of Glory?”

“I don’t know; they just happen to me matter of factly”.

“Thank you, sir, for your time”.

“You'r welcome, pleasure is mine"J.

Written for 100 Words on Saturday 2014 #16
Your favourite author and what you’d like to discuss with him or her. 

Note : While I have more than one favourite writers spread over Bengali and English literature, keeping in mind the Tribe, settled on Mr. Jeffrey Archer  :-). 

It Happened - Quietly

Daughter, on top of her voice, shouted, “Ma, you know, the other day, I caught Baba red handed 
with ....with ” a wink on the eye, making faces.

“What are you talking about? Focus on your studies “, I snubbed back.

Wife, from kitchen joined, “Is it?”

Volley - back and forth, continued.

“Next time you notice, please make sure, I am called” commanded my wife.

Morning after, facing the mirror, while shaving, I noticed the inevitable.

With a sigh, I accepted.

I have started aging – should I assume gracefully?

The white streak of hair  presented itself quite quietly.