This Hindi poem shows, how city is different from the village and describes some quality which we can get in village.
He scanned his body and found no cuts. His entire body had no lacerations or marks of the driller. He tried to get up from his bed.
Editor’s Choice: His laughs still haunt me. I couldn’t sleep in my cell that night, nor any of the nights I spent in that cell for the next eight years. The thought of Edna consumed me, like a fire I kept stoking to reach furious heights.
Editor’s Choice: The accused in this case is his long lost twin brother, separated when they were barely 5 years old, and reunited in the most painful manner; in the precincts of a court house.
This is the moral story of a young man standing for truth in spite of facing a lot of problems. It was from his mother that he drew much of the inspiration.
And then I heard a woman screaming and then a gun shot, it was the exact same memory that always played in my mind but there was something different about it this time.
Editor’s Choice: Rajeev and his friends discover the brutal murder of Alvina inside her tent. But when the police suspect that the murderer is one among them, things heat up.
He fished a form from the drawer and scribbled the name and other case details. Under the ‘Cause of Death’ he wrote: Natural Causes.
She immediately knew that this was her story. The next day as she stood in front of him, she noticed a mystery lurking to be explored in his eyes.
I was a captive in a majestic prison, my home.My wings ripped, my freedom long seized.Day after day, I acquiesced in vacuous rules.The lambent hope of feeling alive had also deceased.