Like the Pacific, Atlantic and Indian, They are deep as these or deeper as i say. In her eyes saw I when hope had fallen into the abyss, She shed her cascade from those eyes,
In memory of Jimmy..with love
It was during summer holidays of 1982 that my father brought home a puppy. He had feathery white furs all over and big black beautiful eyes. Read story of pet
BROKEN MAGIC
Editor’s Choice: She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her face into his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart and letting it heal her soul.
Everyone expresses themselves
How did I turned flaccid to such an extent that I am not able to share what I feel to anyone. Why do I keep it to myself. If not to the people around me, who do I share my thoughts with?
Emotions Untold
The story portrays the emotions that are untold between son and his father and sacrifices a father makes to bring up his children.
Holi Ka Rang, Pyaar Ke Sang
To celebrate the festival at it’s zenith we must remove all the malice of mind and embrace each other. Let’s celebrate Holi , Read Hindi story,
AT A GUNPOINT
I was left with no other option but to disclose his addiction secret to the people around him. Now, I am happy that the person holding the gun is my friend.
Astitva maa ka
Love and sacrifice is the characteristic of an ideal mother. So one should never deny one’s mother’s identity .
How my parents separated me and Maun- A cruel decision
How could they do this to me and Maun? How could they separate us? How could they leave a 7 weeks old kitten outside in chilly cold of December?
A New Story
They arranged themselves quickly on the bed. Two on each side of grandpa. The light was dim. The plot was set for the new story. And finally Grandpa began.
