Anna walked into the room. Betty was right behind her. Then both girls saw something that made them scream. ‘What is that Anna?’ wailed Betty. She wanted to run out of the house but her legs were frozen.
Subhashini is a collection of poems related to our everyday life. Each poem is beautifully presented. So inspiring, so encouraging that teaches us moral.
I don’t know how I landed on an amazing colony which covered with full of huge and strange trees and plants which were scurrying on the mysterious mountains.
The previous owner, Lotlikar was a gold-merchant. He lived here alone and apparently after he died, a lot of his wealth was never found. What if the missing gold is under there?
Urna had fallen in love with the little house with a bright red front door and a charming fireplace. Yes, the upkeep of the house was expensive but she did not mind.
My family died 4 months ago. I can’t live there. With every room and everything, there is a connection to them. Later my doctor suggested, getting out from there. So, I decided to change my house,
She went up to the mirror and looked . As she did, she gasped and a look of unadulterated dread spread across her face. But the face in the mirror didn’t change. Read story of spirits
Amazed, I turned and saw the old man, he was Mr. Desai—my husband—old, frail and terminally ill. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Read story of husband wife.
Read social story. As days went by, a sort of regularity crept into the affair, somehow I began to relate and encrypt the ‘R’ in the cask of my own feelings that enveloped my inner self.
An advertisement catches the eye of Mr. Lal. It says, A second home for you in the lap of nature, where man first set foot on the Moon. Exquisite property covered by a solar panelled dome,