I am like salt-common, in my and your life,If I am more than enough, In my and your life, I destroy mine-your -taste of life, But when I am with you, All are with you, I am not God!
Yesterday you rushed to the cliffs, killed them, rushed back and came downstairs when Carlos started weeping. And you told Michael that Carlos was courting with some Corrine
It did not worry her too much though as Jivan would speak about the places he would like to take her to and brought her flowers when she was upset.
I guess God must really love me, because Ma made a beeline towards the big, white horse. She knows I like white horses,Ma knows everything I like, love and hate.
This social Hindi story reveals a man’s desire to share an incident in his life and his helplessness to be able to find a soul who can pay heed and listen
One supposed day in the past, they were two boys, Brisbane and Sydney. They were of two different personalities which were mysterious even for both of them.
This is a Hindi romantic story in which the lover feels tickles on his back while his beloved sits behind on horse riding in Jaipur.The beloved pretends that she is unaware of such tickling
The warrior couldn’t see beyond the mist. It perturbed him by challenging his perception with change in shape. Sometimes it showed a silhouette of horsemen coming towards him
The eyes were blood red, the calmness upon his face didn’t reflect upon his eyes. A spear in his hand, blood was dripping from the edge of blade. The sky above his head was losing its calm
The chains dangle as I walk towards an open field with coco. I saw other men picking it and filling their baskets as a man on a horse watch over them. They all speak the same language