It was something between a hope for a new sun and fear of losing again in the dark alleys . I could not control myself more and was hugging and crying her like my own child .
The last but the foremost reason is the ‘belief’ which I have in myself. The ‘belief’ that whatever the world may say I’m not a loser.
Soon she saw herself along with her father visiting many government colleges for admission. However, she couldn’t make through.
Unwritten Diary is a short story about a common girl who just take birth, grow, get educated and job and marriage which are common. So special???
Prajwal took a vow to reach the goal by dedication, devotion and hard work. His ambition was to pursue specialization in medicine.
I am going to change my identity and start my own life. So what do u think about a single purple streak amongst dark brown locks of hair?
I am very happy today; I talked to my favorite teacher Ram sir.About his teaching method he taught me how to study and develop interest in studies,
Thanks god! You acknowledge that, a lower class poor servant’s daughter did that miracle what her own daughter could not achieve with all his expensive private tutors”
I took my seat beside window, and staring at the rain. The same rain which I hated and cursed five minutes ago looked so beautiful and pleasant.
Soha’s heartbeat was audible to her and her face grew pink as Raman looked at her. They had reached the dimly lighted railing in front of the cafeteria