His memories encircled me throughout the house, the sofa, the study, the empty bench in my garden, the bed and the grass where we walked barefoot
But even a girl as young as her was mature enough to understand at least this much that he cared, genuinely; the meek smile he used give her, how he pampered her
I was an orphan but my Muslim parents always treated me as their own son. When they passed away, I became orphan again. Read this touching Hindi story
Editor’s Choice: It had OUR LOVE IS ABOVE RELIGIONS written by Vani. I had preserved it. She used to call it our little‘love certificate’. It was so beautiful that my lips curved a smile again.
The relentless knocking on the door made Aisha fumble. The button seemed to take precious seconds to come undone; the zipper today, appeared to have a mind of its own
Love Short Story: The girl looked all scared and was shivering in terror while he stood there freezed not believing what he saw. It was her. YES, it is HER