Truth should have been kept away, Thou going astray would be a hidden play, But had to say, had to confess, Only one is the winner at the play of chess, and to say sorry, when there’s no chance.
This unbelievable experience make me feel every second that, how lucky I’m to have a mother like her. Those moments are the best that I could store up to keep growing as my mom wishes to see me
This Hindi Story narrates beauty of Spring season through the personification of Spring Winds .
Om tried harder but in vain. He just didn’t seem to be getting it right. Exasperated, Shriya took the shovel from him and completed building the wall on her own
One day she fell in love of an angel named autumn at the first sight. And she wanted to met him each time
In a pool of shame its choices drown;Surrender that defying countenance,Or be sold amok: not a guinea but half pence…
I wanted to impress upon him so badly. Just how could metal springs be related to Java Springs? Is he pulling a trick on me ?I crossed my brows and stared at him.
Briskly you walked, rarely you smiled,Even to your few fellow friends,And me was invisible to your eyes,A shadow masked you -Read poem on silent love
This Hindi story highlights issue of terrorism in Valley and affected life of innocent people. Two girls were planning for spring festival but it turned to be different.
Read Hindi short story from childhood memory. Nature is strange. It always supports us in our all types of time – happiness or sadness, life or death