I had carried her on my lap through the demolished town which had been buzzing with life and elan just a day back, all that happiness and life seemed so very obsolete, like some long lost dream,
I was still recall the last days of his life ,when the most important man of my life was taking some if his last breaths of his life . He was my maternal Grandpa ,
The cab driver was definitely friendlier today. After few minutes, in fluent Punjabi, he asked her where she belonged to. Mehar said her home is in Punjab. Read social story
For a few years Balwant’s wish was honored. But you cannot have two families sharing the same roof and the same business and expect happiness.
Great men are often blinded with revenge and lose their moral standing. I was neither great nor did I have any morals. I didn’t stand a chance
Every morning I wake up with the same dream of meeting on you. With open hair, wisps flying on your face, those lowered dark kohl lined eyes
This Hindi story is about a family servant who became necessity of every family member. As time passed, requirement and love for the servant changed.
In my childhood, name of my maid was ‘Bharat Mata’. This Hindi short story is about her struggles for life before and after India-Pakistan partition
My parents and my aunt was ready for my marriage with my cousin Salma but grandmother was very much against of this relation, read Hindi short story