She was unable to tolerate her sister hugging the sturdy lady. The same woman insulted her not once but thrice. She took out the mobile and called her sister to come to the entrance of the pandal.
From a distance I could see my son was waving his hand to draw my attention. I increased my stride towards that direction. I looked at my wife. She was smiling at me.
This Hindi article depicts that Change has to be psychological. So if we want to see real change, stay persistent in educating humanity.
The story relates the life of a pick pocket with us and discloses the vast opportunities we have in comparison with those having just one day….
A feeling of remorse scampered within me as I saw him sit all by himself on the floor of the train. I walked unto him, sat right beside his bag of toys
Aakash could not argue further. When his father started twisting words and phrases, trying to make a figure of speech work, it was the correct time to retreat.
Social Short Story: There was a great commotion in a corner of the station platform. A big crowd had gathered. Amongst the teeming humanity khaki caps could be seen