Raj awoke suddenly. It was still dark outside and his mind was giddy but he could not fall back asleep. It had happened repeatedly but Raj was helpless..
We were married for last one year after a relationship spanning almost four years. As I knew her, I knew her greatest desire in life was to give birth
I am a tightrope walker,I walk on invisible rope of life,That stretches to infinite distance,Eternal foe to my vitality, I walk on thin rope
I was told to write a poem containing, large, family, rowdy, caring, troublesome, magic, destiny. So I began like this,Here is the story of a large family,
In the village of Bolepur in India people were very simple minded,superstitious and orthodox in nature.They followed the traditional customs
Hotel Samadhan was one of the few hotels in the small town of Saralgaon, and was in fact the biggest hotel one could find in that area
Short Story of Moral Values: He moved deeper into the woods. He saw a pond, and that reminded him how thirsty he was. As he stooped to drink from the pond,
Love Short Story: A dewdrop found itself resting on the petal of a rose. That was the only memory the dewdrop had about itself. It was born there.
Suspense Short Story: Meanwhile, the caretaker moved to another pyre and brought another earthen pot “Sir, this is the other one.” Vikram, with a wicked smile on his face “Throw it.”
Moral Short Story: Akilesh was one who was negatively popular amongst his friends. He was well known for his radical thoughts and abrupt and sharp remarks.