Those poor and so called illiterate villagers went by their heart to live a good life . They had perceived their own religion by their own realization , not by any corporate dictum.
Mirza and Jahnavi didn’t mean to fall in love. But love happens when you least anticipate it. Love doesn’t look at common sense, or at backgrounds and least of all, religious beliefs.
This story is not about how I became a Brahmin-by-dialect, but of the “twist-in-life” of the very guy who was responsible for it. This guy was my best childhood friend.
The smell and the lightning engulfed me and I waited… I waited to be burnt alive. Suddenly the heat reached till my legs and my nose filled with smoke. I closed my eyes and prayed.
Social short story of a philanthropic old man who was respected by both Hindus and Muslims. One day amidst rumours of communal riots he was found murdered.
They are residing here for long time happily and peacefully. Abdul helps Hari to lighten up his house on Deepawali and Hari helps Abdul on preparing sewai on Id.
To celebrate the festival at it’s zenith we must remove all the malice of mind and embrace each other. Let’s celebrate Holi , Read Hindi story,
She left five minutes early the next morning to see if she found him there. She stopped when she heard his voice, trailing in the morning breeze,
Hindi story about two childhood friends who remained attached to each other in their hearts in spite of their separation for a long time .
This is a symbol of eternal friendship. Even today in the alleys of Muzaffargarh you will hear the saga of their friendship. And today I will tell you their story.