I am alone, running the race,Like the law of diminishing marginal utility is the fall in my pace,Oh my creator! At least in your home give me some space
The loss is dragging me into the gloomy mires of sadness. I can feel the hole inside me where my love had made its home. But, try as I might, I can not stem the flow of time
They say, “When poverty arrives at the door, Love flies out of the window.” Beggars don’t fall in love & even if they do, who the hell in this world cares?
After a pause of 10 seconds the boy cleared his throat and began, ‘Months ago, I felt a sudden acute pain on both side of my lower abdomen,and there was blood in my urine, you know, sir, I got scared and…
It was dark in there, even the corridors. I hate dingy corridors but I was not there to love the place. ” You can wait here”, said the grumpy lady.
Love Short Story : Every love story has its own destiny also, it is pre decided by some super natural power that how it will originate, how will it proceed