Social short story of a philanthropic old man who was respected by both Hindus and Muslims. One day amidst rumours of communal riots he was found murdered.
This is a symbol of eternal friendship. Even today in the alleys of Muzaffargarh you will hear the saga of their friendship. And today I will tell you their story.
He used to look at everybody who comes down.There was a ray of hope in his eyes.The wait was evident in his glance. But I never cared enough to stand back and survey
Religion never defined human beings. Love and affection for a fellow human transgresses all boundaries. It is just a matter of time that we realize it.
My actual friendship with Rehman began when he was in the second year of his college life. As I was walking towards one of my classes in the afternoon
Pranit had been coming back to read this piece of news regularly all day, ever since the paper boy rattling on his bicycle hurled the paper over the front wall
I was feeding my two-month-old son Zahir when I heard frightening chants of “Jai Shri Ram” in front of our housing society in Ahemdabad, Gujarat in 2002
Love Short Story: The girl looked all scared and was shivering in terror while he stood there freezed not believing what he saw. It was her. YES, it is HER