A Hindi short story about a poor Indian wife who was cheated by her husband in grab of the black magic story where as the actual truth was something else.
O’Love you are so magical,You make everything impossible possible,You reach the extreme top and down,you can make one alive and dead,
She opened the window. It was a sound of little squirrel. The small squirrel came jumping inside the room. He was small with violet color
Once there was a magician named Nash was lived in Nanda village. His job was contacting street magic shows and make some earning with it
I continue to travel and discover new places as a travel journalist and chronicle the travelogue with a short documentary on all the places that I visit!
One man came on the stage he checked the gun, the iron ball which was to be the bullet and even the gun powder. Hugo looked at the man impatiently
There was a museum in a village. On which there was written ‘it’s all a magical museum and after a thousand years a boy will come and he will disclose the magic’.
I had forgotten I was a rabbit. The girl and her Dad decided to call me Blue Bell, because of the colour of the pendant around my furry neck. I had no idea how that came on me
John who was the eldest used to believe in supernatural things such as witches.But what to do his friends never believed in what he said.
I stood gazing into the pale blanched sky of dusk. Today a dramatic sunset didn’t greet me. It seemed like the day had blazed itself out with exhaustion