I was 16 years old. I went to school, had a great friend and a boyfriend. Was a cheerleader. And had horrible grades. Had a beautiful car. Lived with my Aunt. Life was good
She too was smiling. It had transformed her with an amazingly radiant smile. As if their smiles had struck a chord somewhere and conversation poured in as easily as rain.
Two big tragedies of my life. Two parts of my life, Angel and the Devil…Like spring and the rain, both beautiful, both important, but can’t come together.
Love has different forms and one of them is “friendship”.HE is someone special to me. We like each other, enjoy each others’ company to the fullest but he is not my boyfriend
This Hindi story is about old age people who are trying to adjust with the fast changing era and are constantly looking at the young generation to share their past experiences.
It’s her dream ‘Greenary’, she loves environment, she plants trees wherever she can and encourage others to plant more, she had a dream to grow a park in future,
A large portrait of a good looking man in his early thirties hung from the wall. His handsomeness was diminished to some extent by a deep scar
I had the ability to recall everything since I was eight. I could never be too careful. Because anything and everything brought something to mind
It had been the longest half-an-hour of my life. I had felt my conscience raining down virtual slaps me the whole time. And the saddest part was, each of her words was true