I wrote a short story to share with you about My memories about Russia. Something I wrote is true but I didn’t tell more about my life
Memories that never faded
This Hindi social story is about a widow woman and her struggling, lonely life and describes place of a widow in our society.
HAPPY CHILDREN’S DAY
How easy it was for anybody to amuse my children with small packages of generosity! They had no big demands and perhaps no demands at all.
Life of a Woman
Birth of a child is a time to rejoice,a boy or girl should not be a criterion,A girl, I was born, but did anyone feel delight,or was the joy worn-down.
Sight,so it seems
It’s in his eyes, colour fading out. Transitioning between a glazed over blue and the purple reflecting off from the bright fireworks lighting the starry sky
I love you
You are the sun in my day,The wind in my sky,The waves in my ocean,And the beat of my heart, You wake up my sleeping heart,Since the Night that I’ve met you.
My love was Disappeared
The Day to see him again and come to my worthless life,To give me his love for the rest of our lives.If that day will come,I will never be disappear again,
The Town Of Dead – short story
Isn’t it funny? To find the meaning of life I accidentally came to town of dead. I had more questions in mind then: where am I? Who are these people?
Poetry – If It’s Our Last Day Here
Why nowadays we think before giving a smile to someone we know, Why should we expect a smile from some close one, Won’t we smile to just anyone, If its our last day here..
ODE TO AN ‘O’ FROM ‘0’
In an attempt to display a playful act, she had actually invoked in me a tough lesson of life – a journey from pessimism ( 0 ) to optimism ( O ).
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