She paused, raised his face by his chin and stared straight into his eyes; her tone became grave, she said, “that I love you and…” she embraced him
I don’t know why and from when they gave him that nickname. But, the nickname sounded a bit easier to pronounce than did his real name. They called him “Polo”.
Editor’s Choice: The sun, having been to its maximum, was heading to just the opposite of where it had arisen. So enjoyable had been the day—of the mid of March—not so hot, nor cold; just soothing
Editor’s Choice: “Two balls to go, six runs to win,” informed the commentary whose sound was undermined by their shout. It was the Run Machine, on the strike, had missed one
Editor’s Choice: He was on his way with invitation-cards of his sister’s marriage next month. The cards were in his jhola, which you often see postmen carrying. He had to travel
The annual magazine for the school was to be launched—the notice inferred. Students were welcome with their creativity—poem, painting, story, etc
No way I had,To escape the insulting moment,You all around me,Like wolves around the prey.With your worst gestures,You all laughed
Editor’s Choice:The Junk-Dealer had not to stop; he had to move on as he needed money, as his son under the weather was on dire straits for medication