Miraya was down to the final piece of the door made from potato. Carefully, she toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. Miraya had eaten the entire front door of the house made from potato.
Yet the warrior just stood there, sword at the ready, silently defiant. For a while dragon and warrior stared each other down,
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.
After some time a tiger came there. That was observed by the horse and king. The horse went away and king climbed up the tree.
It was some years ago, I remember, that I went for trekking with my friends in the hills of Dehra. Mountains, where the gods gently speak to the lonely heart
In a land full of energy, there was a little spirit that lived it all. We’ll only refer to this spirit as Ziggy. He lived over a hundred lives