it wasn’t just the window she was tapping on. She had knocked on the doors to my heart bruised and battered by many-a-past friendship experiences gone sour.
“Bihar might have a bad impression, but villages are safe. This place had been Lord Buddha’s, so nothing to worry.” We were convinced and left the place just like that.
I was brought into the training from the very next day. The years of training went rough on me, but , I believed it was better than the days me and my family had seen.
As a director, while I was just thinking of recruiting suitable trainees for the forthcoming training programs in regard to “Mushroom cultivation”
Short Story Suspense: “For a normal man, the sound of bullet is equivalent to a blast but for me it is like my life.” I told to everyone newly appointed