She came out for a stroll to the chowk in the evening. The boy was missing from his usual spot – the front of the hotel. Her searching eyes found him .
Her heart cried for one last meeting with the child, she emptied the toffees out of her trousers pocket and sat with a grim face for some time.
This is the story related to a lady who raised a new step which is the sign of modern thinking rather than giving the false-respect to the thinking of old-aged people.
The policeman goes back to his car puts both children inside and tells them to show him where Spencer is and they leave not knowing that one of the two parents’ tears were fake.
Sorah hold my hand and roamed me along the room. The electronic wheel chair also moved behind us. The excitement of her wants to tell many things.
The author narrates a story of a super woman who worked very hard for the upliftment of family financial condition by giving proper education to her sons,
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…
The author advised his friend Girdhari Lal for birth control after third issue of female baby, take care sons alike, educate nicely and make self dependent.
Past is that annoying good friend whom you can strangulate, bury under ground and stand on its grave looking up at your future but you cannot kill it. When you try to walk away, it’ll stick its stiff hands out to grab your feet, anchoring you into a fall.