Gregory turned, at the moment something flashed past him and hit the trove. It was Germy who had threw an lightning bar. The trove glowed deep blue and back to normal again.
Hindi poems about our land, its abilities, qualities, greatness and about saving the trees. The jungles are treasures and we get benefits from them. We are taught to save nature and plant more trees for the future.
I lift up my dying spirit and energy to complain about this unnatural happening and let this all out in one loudest echoing scream. Read paranormal short story
You are to me, what God is to Pope. You are to me, the one and only hope. wherever you are, whoever you are, Come into my life and tie me with a Rope. Take me in your hands, choke me with those bands.
The fat man almost jumped in glee. The gullible little chap was scared his golden nest would be raided, and he wanted it over with. Struggling to contain his grin, the fat man agreed.
She’s a sea- endless;her sea is a wishing well.Her eyes- pools tiny, reflecting my light;her mouth is a river,that flows unsure.
We were a community on an island that was once a developing nation. Now there is just water all around. Someone told me this once used to be a mountain.
From the ancient books he got and the deep knowledge he acquired from his father he became famous and even rich.No one could steal, rob or grab or divide his immense richness
India, The great land of diversity,India, the symbol of unity,India, the cold water of serenity,India, where in every heart resides love and pity
Rhea’s family left the family of the Rees and migrated to British India on the eve of partition. His father was a strategic sort of person