There was me. I cut my already ear length hair shorter because sometimes i feel that even though hair is necessarily just dead cells, they remember things.
This title must have amazed you, what is the connection between KAPIL and my WIG. My wig is a fight with my life..I am a cancer patient and at this moment I am loosing the favourite part of me..my hair.
Social story inspired by author’s real-life experience. His wife’s unusual donation invited an unexpected visitor. What happened next when the visitor came to know the truth?
Story of the Month Oct’2015: I smiled and looked up at her face. There was something in her eyes, in her smile,there was some untold magic which I found nowhere abroad, Nothing can match that affection in her eyes.
The author recollects the past days when Sonali uses to offer him Payas after dinner.The author and her son,Amit go to cremation Ghat to offer Kheer.
The author visited his girlfriend’s house. She was alone and Just came after bathing. The author wanted to catch her ,
When I came out I thought what made me so confident,was it just a haircut?No,it wasn’t. It was my belief in myself that I looked good.
I had had enough of Mrs. Bhatia for the day. Lady luck understood my predicament and came to me in the form of a phone call.
I always hated my mother. My mother was devoid of everything that one would associate with a ‘motherly mother’.She looked anything but beautiful.
This Hindi story highlights the social issue of religious love when the two Lovers Failed to get Love due to religious Boundation but still they make it alive as their heart had no ages to die.