I didn’t have time to think. The only thoughts in my mind were to get my daughter back. To have her in my embrace once more.
She went to school where kids used to tease her . She never really was able to make friends. Or even that one friend who is called the best friend.
She and I had become so close that the very thought of us parting had been unbearable. We decided, as was customary in those days to approach our parents and present the idea of marriage before them.
This Hindi poem highlights the feelings of a female writer when one of her buddy writer commented an awkward remark against opposite gender and later on inquired about the status of her annoyance.
Our teacher frowned and ordered for the noise to stop. It didn’t. She tried to stop the noise a few more times but failed.
I don’t know why and from when they gave him that nickname. But, the nickname sounded a bit easier to pronounce than did his real name. They called him “Polo”.
I take decisions considering the sentiments,The urge of revenge doesn’t surpasses the motive of bringing a criminal to justice,For with great power, comes great responsibility,
The moon watched these solitary stars with interest. It spent its waking hours conversing with them of the inconsistencies and transient qualities
I had everything which I dreamt in my life. My wife, my son playing in gardens, my business and off course my ancestral bungalow smiling with delight