A poetry reflecting the farewell thoughts of the little princess Kunti as she tearfully sets her newborn son Karna floating in the rivers of Ganga.
I feel a sudden urge of affection towards him, maybe I love him too. Yes, I definitely do now. It’s him. Henn. I race across the wide, barren opening to my brother and two others behind him.
They say you always lose your first love, you may never find it back, the bliss of marriage may guise it, but the truth is first love never leaves. It stays with you,
I saw them whizz in happiness, with some of them occasionally tripping, yet getting up as they ran. I drove my gaze towards the children.
Sarla and Jayant used to meet frequently in connection with the project. Whenever they find time used to recollect the past memory and share the experiences of childhood days.
It was Mary’s birthday last week. I wanted to wish her a happy birthday. But she had gone to school before I knew it. She had a party that night.
College life is very good phase of our all life . We miss those days when we all are free bird to fly. That last day of college we never forget .
The pursuit of love haunted and changed him into a man. He slowly unwinds all the bad habits and eagerly waited for a fine day to grab her hands and propose his love with a beautiful kiss.
An effect of a key chain on the different people and their response to it, will surprise you, as it journeys its way through people.
A feeling called ‘ Love’ is beautifully expressed in the poem….What expressed all its feeling and how it feels when you are apart…Love never means you will always be together