This is a real motivational story of a maid who has turned out to be a woman of substance and an inspiration in my hard times.She is a real hero.
This Hindi story is about a woman’s struggle. Her life was very happy. Her fate has done something that changed her way of life. She is still fighting with her fate.
Once upon a time, there lived a little kitten called Sulfur. She was yellow in colour, with mustard stripes across her back. But her ears and her tail were white.
This Hindi poem highlights the importance of pure Love in which the beloved converted Her Lovers company into some name and fame.
I don’t know what life has in store for me in the future, I don’t know where I may reach but I know I won’t give up. Now, I feel, the time has come,
For, afterall I was a son. HIS son. And not the ‘son of the terrorist.’ And yes, he was who he was. But he was a loving father. MY loving father.
There. It was complete. Her crafty hand-writing made it look a letter of importance, like the scrolls of doom, or of festivity, in ancient civilizations.
One very fine day of November, 1998 she started scolding the entire class for our non-serious attitude towards the studies. She kept reminding us that we are board-class students
I dedicate this story to one of my friend’s mother who after losing her husband didn’t lose her courage & hope . And yes undoubtedly she gave a fantastic upbringing to my friend
This could have changed my life that day but I could not. I did not dare. I called her, she came like a princess but then, I lost myself in the midst of the fog again