Neerav was similar to her. Sometimes he too frequented the pantry just like that. He too had told her that he loved to stand in the balcony.
Music is the food of love.It is as pure as a dove.Music is the God of Nature,Almost vast like a green pasture.Music is a celebration of joy,
All the electronic devices were banned except for, of course, the television. But as I said before, my grandfather was listening to old songs.
Editor’s Choice:But please Santa, this year I want my Dad….only for a day….just to hear him play his saxophone – just once, for me. Mommy says Santa always listens to good kids.
‘Grandpa, look at this map.’ said Ethan. ‘See this red cross over here? It’s a door and behind the door lies a treasure. Why didn’t you unlock it?”
The world had been a monotone for him ever since that phone call. He had no one to prove his mettle to. The world had lost its colour that very day.
I was so engrossed in singing along with the song and inhaling the typical smell of the rain that I did not even notice that there was a turn ahead.
As she turns, I see that her face is masked into a look of happiness. Deceiving it must be to most, but to me, she was clear as glass.
The stage performance, where Amrita danced altogether lost in the charms of Raj. Indeed she believed him to be her lucky guy. Her lucky charm!
I could see tears rolling down Anurag’s eyes. I requested children to enjoy the buffet in the dining area. When children had gone, I hugged Anurag and his friends too.