Our heart gives us the courage to fight fear. A heart that loves and is loved, is strong. What if this heart breaks? To fears bottled in dreams?
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!
She remembered that day, it had been a close shave. She had plunged her hand in a lady’s bag, but before she could get down in the next stop, the lady had raised a hue.
A Hindi tale of love, love that happens in those rural Indian village which often goes unheard and unseen. This is a story of boy who came face-to-face with ‘Love’ through his grandma.
“Keep them. The bag and the other things you ga- we exchanged. I don’t need your friendship and I don’t need those memories.” I said gesturing towards the bag.
I continued reading it and finally I came on the page in which a letter was kept, in which she had written a paragraph in a heart. I was very excited reading about her love life
Swapnil was working in a software organisation. He had become friends of many, but among all, Raj was his favorite Similarly Raj also used to idolize Swapnil the most among all in the office
The bus was quite crowded. Swapnil quickly got up in it and started moving towards the back. Then finding one a bit empty place near one seat he quickly took possession of that
Now it had been for quite long that Swapnil had been using a bag for his office. He had very recently developed a thought of replacing that with a new one,
This is my first visit to India and I was too excited like other Tourists to view India. From the Last month I had looked on the internet ….. almost all of India