I wake up to a new morning with the sun’s beautiful rays falling on me. I get up to see myself in the mirror and Lo! my deep silver carvings have gone
Early Saturday morning, 6 am, when the entire city was deep in sleep, Steve lay near Mary’s grave and cried. There was no other living soul
It was a fine morning. Sun’s golden rays penetrated Swati’s living room windows and fell on her face. She was lying on the sofa in her living room.
“I love you, will you marry me?” At last! Aruni heard those awaited words from Raghav, rather, saw them floating on her computer screen. Aruni had been waiting to hear this
Hindi Poem on India: India is full of versatility. It has many contrasts. India is full of love. Indians are very friendly, caring and loving.
This is story of a laborer who worked very hard to earn money for his family. But the money he earned was not equitable, so he decided to raise his voice for justice.
Hindi Poems on School Days: Read two beautiful Hindi poems “Jaane Hum Kab Badal Gaye” and “Hum Chal Diye” Remembering school days and friends.
We met in class x, having in mind very little memories of the little time we had shared in class iii. Class ix had been a phase of change for all of us