When I went to hospital to see my Aunt, I was shocked and sad.In her room all patients were helpless. I could feel their pain. This Hindi poem is all about hospital life.
The story revolves around funny happenings in the lives of Raghav and Madhu, who are a married couple and constantly bickering with each other.
He stayed with me all the time expressing sweet nothings to me until I calmed myself down. He fed me with his own hands because I wouldn’t eat on my own.
I still have all of the cute selfies she sent me, and all the happy pictures we took together, wondering to myself how someone can be so happy to be with you, and want nothing but you one second.
Miraya was down to the final piece of the door made from potato. Carefully, she toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. Miraya had eaten the entire front door of the house made from potato.
I am going to leave Mumbai as it isn’t a place for me, A crow in an Urban world is like a soul in a place it doesn’t get appreciated.
Sukesh is a great storyteller. whenever power’s gone, we surround him and listens to his stories. One such night, we had a discussion about “The Taste of Alcohol”.
I noticed throughout my short life that no matter how depressed I feel I will find my pets around me. I had different pets throughout the years, from bunnies , birds, cats, hamsters, to my one and only turtle.
Swetha was glaring at me and I had no choice but to start a conversation. Wow. I have no idea how she manages to look so beautiful even when she is angry.