This Hindi poem is about splashing experience in rains, in Mumbai. Rain brings the beauty and freshness to everyplace. This poem describes the visuals of every last corner my eye could see.
Their eyes got fixed at each other, for a moment they looked at each other. He smiled and then she smiled and once again they are back to their love,
Hindi story of a poor boy who first love was a rich girl, he gave his life to save that girl because he thought that girl loved him, but the girl did not know who was he.
The cook raised his eyebrow and look towards Sethji with surprised face expression. Now he understands why Priya madam instructed him to say only yes to all his question.
A Hindi story of a boy with a broken heart who travels through the same city with his memories of love and witnesses the screams of the places.
For a second, I froze. One reason is because of her beauty and second reason is because of the sudden look. I just looked away.
Medha’s new routine of new day of her new life has begun. Medha was not at all complaining now. She had her own business now.
Kali Ghat Kali Mandir ( Temple ) is situated in southern Kolkata. It is nearly two hundred years old. Devotees from all over the country visit every day,
“Call them and find out if your interviewer is there or not. If he is, then go or else you are coming with me! Not every day our party wins yaar!”
My heart nearly stopped. I have gone mad. Really mad, I am imagining things, and that too of all people, why Gandhi? I closed my eyes, rubbed them,