Once Swapnil needed to go to Bangalore for some days. He knew he has three options to go to the station. One is by bus, the other being by cab and the third is the break journey.
Swapnil was about to travel to Bengaluru for the first time for his job. He was happy and at the same time started finding out for people who had already had been there
This Hindi short story shows today’s politicians and their nature which changes according to time & place. But the common public has also some power
Half-an-hour can be very crowded—in a police station, especially an Indian one.A rude auto- rickshaw driver had rammed into her car. It was afternoon—mid-March, hot, humid.
Once Swapnil got up in a bus. It was mid summer and the bus was crowded. So naturally Swapnil did not get a seat and was standing.
Sunil lighted a cigarette, decided to garage the cab for the day and started the engine. Crossed the crowd and found a man waving his hand
On first glance anyone would have perceived him to be a silver cropped alien. To a child he evoked ghoulish fear. My first rendezvous with him left me with a ghastly feeling
I was stuck at jinna tower center,the main road from Guntur to Narasaraopet (my home town) I want to spend the journey by reading Jeff Bezos “THE CLICK” book
As usual life was hectic for me. Every day, I had to leave in a hurry to reach my office on time by 9:00 am. It was already 8:00a.m, I just woke up from my slumber.
It was raining cats and dogs – in December! As if the chill in Delhi wasn’t enough, the rain gods had decided to make it soggy as well. I couldn’t see very well