Life starts so late, by then am half way,Am I to move forward with what I have.Expected to live this way and sail the wave,Cleanse the heart,
My parents came along with me to the mega city to bid me a farewell. Clutching my mother’s saree I wept like that little girl who wept on her first day in school.
The feeling of love is inexpressive and it’s not those 3 words. The feeling of love is far beyond that, a smile can express love and even the eyes. The eyes won’t change but how they look at a person changes.
The main temple was not of big height but was wide in proportion and exuded sanctity and holiness. The path to the temple was by two dozen stone steps.
I love you Shruti and want to marry you.But,really want to make my career there and I promise I will come and get you
The bond they shared, the love they had for each other and the days they spent together flashed in his mind. He missed her, she too and he could bet his heart that she did miss him.
The author reached his fan Shuku late. She was annoyed with him and turned her head, so displeased to talk to him even. The author tried to persuade but …?
The song of life, Is full of mysteries, A handful of tragedies, Along with the comedies. It is a song of getting enlightenment
Along with several entitlements. It is the poetry of life
The author and his fan shared and enjoyed together how she started speaking. The had had lunch together and enjoyed Bengali songs too. They left for rest.
The author after reaching her fan’s house got an opportunity of meeting at breakfast. He shared his views on different topics. His fan appeared to be wiser.