The thing that I hated most while growing up was the summer holidays. It meant that I had to pack my suitcase and board the train
A Blind Spot
Published by nidhi in category Editor's Choice | Family with tag CWCI-2012 | guest | house | typewriter
A Blind Spot
Lost And Found
I secure the front door of our terraced second floor flat with an Aligarh lock. I press the shackle into the body of the lock and pull the body down to check
UNMARRIED MOTHER
It was a shiny day, Riya was very happy that her English teacher Mala had come to live in her society. She liked her English teacher too much
The Storyteller
He walked. His name was Kahaanikaar, the Teller of Stories. He trampled earth and existence beneath him, but it looked as though he didn’t notice
Repercussions of My Passion, Exciton
He is innocent and lovable kid but he is not terrible as his parents are wondering. He can’t speak because he is feeling bad
You Prepare Me Always to Strive…
You entered my life as the most precious gift, all refreshing as the first rays of the dawn and rejuvenating, as the pleasant breeze of hills
Depth of Unspoken Words
I tied jasmine twisting it around the thread as it gained height owing to its remarkable growth genes. I weeded palm and plucked away dry pods
The Colourful Book
It was my first day to have a real professional experience. I was assigned to cover the various bazaars of Trivandrum. I chose to ..
Macabre Terrorists
Editor’s Choice: I was born and I grew up in the same place with all my clan around me. We had always been contributing our mite to the society
Hindi Poem on Encouragement (Niraash Jeevan se Prerit Man)
In two parts of this poem , the poet explains that life is long road, sometimes you feel totally lost and hopeless. But then…..
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