When I was young,chuckled I at every wrinkle that your face contained,At every pain that your smile contained,a beautiful song unsung
Mira thought about this new development in her life now. Her parents had called her at office and were expecting her to see yet another eligible man to get possibly like him and get married to.
You were the reason for my Smiles,The day when i met you,I didn’t even thought you will be so important to me,The day when I was in a depression
The trembling hands of Mr. Ricardo picked up the spoon. He immersed it in a bowl of cold soup prepared by his only daughter Tessa
Love Short Story: You can tell me your dreams I can’t promise to make them come true, but I’ll be there to pick up the pieces of your broken heart if your dreams happen to fall through.