Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
Love to write stories (short and full), poems, love dancing (a professional choreographer), love creativity, Technical Writer by profession and also love everything about love.
My heart nearly stopped. I have gone mad. Really mad, I am imagining things, and that too of all people, why Gandhi? I closed my eyes, rubbed them,
A sense of disappointment came over me. I had expected to see the Big Banyan tree, but all I saw was a mall built in the place of the tree
When he woke up, he saw one assailant picking up a big jackhammer from his bag, the other one was holding Kenny’s mouth so that he can’t shout
Being a reputed business person, I had this fear, not that I have not confessed to anyone about this. But people normally called me mad whenever I take this subject.
