As he approached the beast, a huge black image emerged. Suddenly, a fit of terror enveloped the whole body of Sukhram and the fear of the unknown terror soaked him.
Some places in the fort were very lively with the sunlight directly hitting everywhere and some places looked abandoned and dark with no access to sunbeams.
The author feels that after reading his story no one comments anything even doesn’t abuse. He meets one reader at bus stand who asks to write interestingly
The author had friendly with Ravi. He went to bed very late at night. At midnight Ravi belled and disturbs the author about his life.
The author’s friend Ravi advised him to buy a new scooter. The author went with him to showroom. He saw as many salesgirls as those of scooter’s models.
A woman’s handkerchief! It’s rather old, crumpled, and faded. What is this? A faded maroon smear? It is definitely the lipstick imprint of a woman’s lips!
I was on cloud 9 now. I wanted to dance like those drunk chachas at the wedding. It felt like….like having a glass of water after hours of walking on the Sahara desert.
You are a serious trouble for all the human beings but nobody can help because we have taken our commitment with you very far and there is no looking back.
My books, my stationery, my favourite writing pad were all thrown into the tsunami of her fears. She was sure that my study was secretly hiding her car keys!
They went red and ran back to the changing rooms to put their swimming suits the correct way around. They came back soon and this time they were greeted with a volley of complaints.