She beautifully described her love for Sudhir in it. The magazine was published in America and the story appreciated all over the world .
One of them stood on a rocky platform at the center. A human body was floating above him. Christian recognized him as one of his fellow passengers. The alien lifted up his arms and his head sparkled with light.
I remember that feeling, The excitement, the anticipation, Packing last minute stuff, About to be part of another nation.2 a.m. and I’m up and about, Patting my dog, giving Grandpa one last hug,
The city itself will die today. Yes, the city has a soul, the soul which is kept alive by the people living in it. Just like an actual person the city thinks, decides and acts.
International Airport… I am not of the ogling type but one of the passengers standing ahead in the queue caught my attention, a girl, probably alone who had oddly familiar face… One of the people whom she made happy was me.
Like each day, without fail, my first observation is my plane upon which I and my crew embarked on the mission to locate the missing plane MH370 of Malaysia,
Never mind, now it’s time for you to take off. Come on. Believe yourself, be determined and finally open the doors of your success” philosophized I to him.
The author describes about a gambling that changes lives of four innocent navy merchants as one of their mate falls in depts and commits suicide.
I scrolled through the photographs. Carefree days when Rosy and I clicked photographs unnecessarily. Always standing next to her, beside her, for her
What am ‘I doing from the last 6 months on listening to you. Lost many job offers and never care of my father words and I’m no more interested.