He reached at home in very bad condition. His dad was waiting for him at door. This was a great monster as comparison of those monsters which are chasing him.
She held my hand; it created havoc through my body. She said the three magical words, “I love you.” I could not hold my emotions
Quelling protests from her daughter and brother, she sat down and began, “Dussera is this Sunday and this time we are going to celebrate it in a traditional different way…”
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
I slip shakha pola into my hands. A few drops of water drip down from my still wet hair onto my fingers. As I brush them away..