Sumit’s eyes with tears of joy flowing out of the heaps. It was a letter from his wife “Priyanka”, who had just now become the mother of a “new born”baby.
The amount of stars in the sky would be less as compared to how much Payal loved her child. Her dear little ball of innocence, had forgotten her own birthday
This social story based on a remote village in the Sunderban Islands in Bengal. Superstitions fed by lack of education and its downsides is central theme
Sonali was lying on her cot in a foetal posture. She had her face to the wall and was sobbing uncontrollably. Sujata melted in pity for the poor girl and sat down beside her.
Its her, oh my god its her, I didn’t even bother about the traffic, I started running behind her bike, like as if I have gone mad. I was shouting her name,
As I look back upon my life’s experiences, and remember all the different people I had met, I realize that each and everyone had taught an important lesson
The sound of an approaching train must have woken me up. It was as if I had woken up from a long dream. I was seated on a bench and when I opened my eyes,
Mohan was just a normal guy… until he found out that he himself has fallen in love with someone…. Just like everyone else, he too had the same feeling
I would suffocate against the sound of his heart beat – but maybe that’s what love feels like? “What’s on your mind?” he would ask occasionally. The first few times I tried to sound very deep.