My country calls him a hero and I hate him, not because he died. I would have died for our country as well but I hate him. It’s this hate I have yielded for him which makes his loss bearable.
It was her routine, to go to the market and pick vegetables, fruits and household amenities. At first she enjoyed this.
I was never a mischievous, outgoing or a forward person. I understood when my parents started to talk to me about my marriage.