This is a real motivational story of a maid who has turned out to be a woman of substance and an inspiration in my hard times.She is a real hero.
She told me various stories of king and queen, warriors, wicked old man who used to kidnap small child when I sleep. I love to hear from her. We used to play hide and seek and she always finds me easily.
I pushed to the middle of the crowd and there I saw something that made me want to shriek but touched my heart at exactly the same time. A social story about India
This Hindi story shows an out of the box utilization method strikes a housewife, she finds pure satisfaction and happiness in which.
Until now, Saheb had restricted his fantasies to playing the peeping tom while Brishti changed her clothes. But he has become bold of late.
Unable to sustain herself on the meager savings her husband left, she started looking for a job. Illiteracy doesn’t give you a job and so does literacy
Then I got in the car and started searching for any clues related to the murderer.Then I was glad to find cell phone in there.
The thing that warms me is the sun,The thing which soothes me is the moon,Their colors, I see not, for I’m void of sight!
Editor’s Choice: My heart missed a beat. Mom had once told me she kept a diary noting her emotions on days of emotional upheaval. It was her way of keeping perspective
I have something to tell you that I can’t tell in personal. So, I wrote this letter for this is the only way I know to reach you