There was me. I cut my already ear length hair shorter because sometimes i feel that even though hair is necessarily just dead cells, they remember things.
She accepted my love. I lived in a dream, wakeful and conscious but enslaved, incarcerated and totally immersed in her love.
I can no longer turn back the time. She can no longer wake up. I can no longer tell to her how much I truly miss her and love her. It was my father who belittled my mother!
Summer after summer blossomed with sonnets, heartfelt promises and the darkest of secrets. We were two peas in a pod. Inseparable.
I was supposed to end my life because of what I experienced from the past, but the letter written by my mother moved me to value life,
Do people ever feel the pain of the people full of sorrows Do they ever ask what is problem why are you so sad?
Bhavesh was in the 10th standard when his life fell apart-his loving mother had bid adieu to this world..Returning back home he noticed a group of ladies gathered outside his hut
Samantha and I have been best friends for the past seven years, right from the start of our college life. We met through a common friend and since then there was no looking back.
Poem on Betrayal Friend: You entered my life, it was the best thing I thought, now I realize that it was the worst day of my life, you don’t even realized ..