In the next few days everybody knew that Maansingh was in love.Trees were sculpted with hearts that read ‘Maansingh loves Memsaab.’
Once upon a time a boy decided to die. It was a brave decision, a product of poignant propositions and grim persuasions. Achilles knew he would die young which made living a tad less complex to him.
Editor’s Choice: You know what would I do if I catch that pernicious little bastard? You know what modern and medieval methods of torture I will employ against his tiny black arse?
There. It was complete. Her crafty hand-writing made it look a letter of importance, like the scrolls of doom, or of festivity, in ancient civilizations.
“You look beautiful..!” There, he said it. He had to, it had been days since he saw her. He instantly fell in a plan with her.
He looked up towards her. Lightning made her face look whiter than ever, and her clothes, red. Blood red. Now came the horrid realization.
It would be an eight hour journey to Bhopal..I went to the rest-room, put my luggage in there..It was 3:30, there were still three hours to endure.