Despite what the title suggests I am not giving up the duties a son must perform. I’ve done them so far, as best as I can and will continue to do the same.
The dim bulb in the poorly lit room kind of reminded him who he currently was, a once bright light whose appeal was fading…all in all, he could do nothing to change the past!
Life is always there,at the corner of the street, playing peek-a-boo with you. You never know what life will throw at you for unpredictability is its flair.
Mother its not just a word nor a position it’s a world within itself :a life giving lives. Those wrinkles on your face, those fine lines, those rough patches and that improper physique you carried just for me .
Lily noticed that he had warm brown eyes and the sun made them look like the colour of molten honey. They were nothing but beautiful.
Now you must be realizing that all this was a plan, in fact all this was a revenge story. I knew you would fall into love with me. I crashed into you on purpose.
The author feels that after reading his story no one comments anything even doesn’t abuse. He meets one reader at bus stand who asks to write interestingly
The author had friendly with Ravi. He went to bed very late at night. At midnight Ravi belled and disturbs the author about his life.
The last letter which she received from her soldier son carried the news of his well being and of his next posting in Kashmir. This was the first time when Robin’s monthly letter had failed to reach his mother.
A sudden urge to turn the paper and as he turned it little did he expect that all his questions will be answered by just one date,a chill ran through his body. The paper fell and his darkest dreams came back to him.