She had a big deep scar on her forehead which was enough to spook me up. Her expressionless face and innocent eyes were hiding some deep dark secrets.
The sun went down completely and my body was stuck in the water. I began to hear a little girl laugh and the wind picked up so fast I had to cover my face from all the dirt and leaves.
Story about a boy’s fear of ghost , and he faces it two times in difrrent way . Not only he overcomes ghost but also overcomes his fear ! how ?
I saw a few drops of my tears on the paper. “HELLO, OLD FRIEND.” I heard John’s voice. I was scared no more. Only full of grief. John approached me.
It didn’t take him much time to figure out that the girl in the painting and the girl in the mirror were one and the same, except for she was a tot in the painting.
He always watches the path as he passes by every time, determined to travel on the unknown path and to find out what is present in there.
I narrowed my eyes and then remembered in a flash. My God, it was the same dog which had died in the car accident… how could it be here? My heart sank fearing the worst…
Laxman’s animosity towards me had direct connection between Germany’s deep historical roots to the holocaust, the Indian caste system, the Indian mythology.
I am still at a considerable distance to make out his face properly, but something told me it is Pradip, the man raised his hand and pointed a finger at me, my head spun around.
My granny felt really bad from as she wanted him to study at school but inside she knew that he was the only earning man in his house . Life for Chotu always worked like a schedule