Before I could answer, the train had started rolling, I craned my neck to see him, he was watching me, I looked at him till he faded. I didn’t even ask his name, neither did he ask mine.
I think when the Mumbaikars are tired from there whole day they had only one source of relaxation –“The sea”. Sitting on the wall I could not think of anything. It only relaxed and soothed me.
We began the function with most of our classmates and teachers in attendance. It sure was joyful, reminiscing on the joys of childhood friends and school memories.
This was a conscious effort made by Riya to keep him away from the dark past of his dad. Rohit was raised with the belief that he got all his goodness from Dad.
A request to all Women and Men out there that please take your stand and face the world , every person is this world is beautiful and deserve to get respected. Societal pressure will just make you lose the real you.
It was a Hope for Love to live my life in my way. We were in each other’s life like being tied or glued whichever might have it be personally or professionally.
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.
He fell in love with a girl, Riya. Ryan took no long time to impress Riya and both of them became good friends. With the passage of time both of them came closer to each other.
Throughout there were other brave stories of human kindness everywhere as people where out to prove that it is not only the skies that have opened up, even the human heart! Read social story of humanity
After performing his last rites and rituals, she found her house surrounded by many relatives, half of whom she had never seen when her father was alive.