Swapnil was getting closer to him and they both spend time together: reading novels; going for movie; and chatting on social networking sites.
As six months passed, our words became late night calls. And as our friendship has gotten stronger,it has taken us one step closer to the word we say “love”.
He told her to wait for him and went inside his room . As she turned back , somebody held her mouth tightly and her scream was buried forever in the darkness .
The clues led us to a picture, which might be connected through a tunnel to the lake which is behind the mansion. That old man was a true genius indeed.
No words were needed today. He just locked his eyes into mine, knelt down his knees and opened that box. I knew what was in the box. A ring.
She rushed to the classroom and announced that she was to return books to library as early as possible.But none of the students opened their mouths,
His lips twisted in a grin; a cunning grin. He mumbled the address to himself:“Mr. and Mrs. Deepanshu Sen, Bungalow no. 11”. No. 11.How true! The grin on his face had become wider,
Team Pokemon went to the Phoenicia to investigate about the strange dark type Pokemon where they got the information but they didn’t know that another trouble awaits them.
I just love libraries, this is the place that have free wifi, books, loo and silence. A combination for contemplation. The one I most frequent also had computers to use internet
The story that I share today may sound exaggerating but not most of the deepest facts make sense to the world and still uttered now and then…