I wanted to dance. Will it be just, I asked to myself. But Welding Kumar loves dancing. My brother didn’t dance in his cremation ceremony.
What I heard shocked me and I realized that I was merely a scapegoat for a larger design. It dawned upon me that Shijo will never return back and I would be booked for murder.
Past is that annoying good friend whom you can strangulate, bury under ground and stand on its grave looking up at your future but you cannot kill it. When you try to walk away, it’ll stick its stiff hands out to grab your feet, anchoring you into a fall.
The yellow sunlight pricked my eyes; I gingerly walked up to the window and closed it. A few rays still stole their way through the crevices of the wooden frame into the dark room.
As a journalist, I admit that I am a trifle more snoopy than the rest of the human race. I was really intrigued: what was a ‘face’ doing out here in the middle of nowhere?
From the end of my eye I saw her looking at me too. What if she was attracted to me to? What would she do? She didn’t appear of kind who approaches and talks to a stranger
This Hindi poem highlights the pain of a beloved when She left Her wound open in the memory of Her Lover and felt the extreme pain
This Hindi story is about an old man who, in a stormy, rainy night searching for a medicine to be administered to his seriously ill granddaughter.
This Hindi poem highlights the situation of the poetess when she was very depressed due to some altercation with His husband and to get rid of such situation she demanded the liquor
Sheila never wanted to part with her paintings but then it was a question of her sister’s career, so she waited to see whether someone would buy her paintings.