As I kept looking at his eyes, I felt secure for the first time in 8 minutes, his eyes felt helpful, looking back at the bikers .
But he hears some sound from upstairs and the sound stopped immediately. He looks up but no one is visible there. He slowly steps towards the stairs.
He didn’t know the condition of the person behind the wheel, and the idiot might just panic and try to run him down in an attempt to flee when George took out his identification.
As I was accelerating and feeling the breeze on the face, a sudden jerk, a big squeaking noise and within fraction of seconds my bike came to a grinding halt.
Days passed and their friendship grew even stronger. The girls were poles apart. Their differences complemented and similarities brought them even closer.
Number plate is a funny Hindi story of common man…..who is fighting with his basic necessity.
I cannot say surely, that the person I met was ghost. But I am sure, that the name of the person which he told was dead well before two years.
We had planned a trip for trekking in the hills of Nagalapuram. We and 6 others started our journey to trekking by bike.The trekking spot was a hill near Andhra border.
Her company makes me forget everything that exists in my life, including me. I feel as if it’s only her who surrounds me entirely and is the sole purpose of my happiness,
I saw a young man on an even younger bike whizzing through the traffic. It reminded me of the famous Maradona goal in 1986 soccer world cup