It wasn’t a happy marriage by any stretch. Daily fights that reverberated in both of our heads in the silence at the dinner table
The mother lost her privilege to see the girls and lost her Parental rights. The girls were taken away from the mother.The System took the girls to the orphanage.
Silence was all I could feel that moment except, I could hear my blasting heartbeats. However I had skipped at least a couple of them in last three seconds.
Editor’s Choice: My heart missed a beat. Mom had once told me she kept a diary noting her emotions on days of emotional upheaval. It was her way of keeping perspective
I’m left thunderstruck and I fall on my calves. Every little thing he has said, mirrored the struggle he experienced on losing me
Something had broken. Something inside of her had snapped. She felt like she was the ghost of the girl that she used to be.
I am an honest police officer who has an uncanny knack of saying the right things at the wrong time or wrong things at the right time or wrong things at the wrong time
The days went on and one fine day, I decided to express my feelings in the form of a love letter. With much hesitation but strong spontaneous emotions, I wrote
This is description in Hindi poetry of a young age love. The way the two lovers date each other and exchange promises to live together.