This Hindi poem describe writer’s view about the incidences of rape in our country. How the individuals and the society should react towards this menacing crime.
What baffled the police about the case was that the body was found with a tatoo of a sapling. That was indeed singular. The dead man’s relatives later came and identified him.
My days would begin seeing your wide smile each morning and end giving you a ride back home as you almost blasted my car with loud music and that screechy, terrible singing of yours.
Story of the Month July’2013: My mother always told me that summer was her favourite time of the year. She said it was so powerful, that the trees swayed to escape its heat.
Remember child, we always don’t get to learn everything from the wealth of knowledge, our intuition and the inner voice speaks to us then to show the way.
Oh my hands quiver as I type,Something quite polemical, am I about to write?Uncertain, unsure, nervous and anxious,Should I not stop,
So similarly one day in winter season, Swapnil thought of having some Pithhas. So he went to the market to buy some Nolen Gur. These are basically sold out in solid round shaped pieces.
Editor’s Choice: Alas….the spring never came thereafter. The trees were not decorated with new leaves and buds. The birds forgot the art of singing. As Nirlipta departed from my life.
The vast expanse of sand stretching miles and miles,with some pebbles scattered here and there,half broken sand castles mingled with..
Now it was sure that we are not leaving like rest of the villagers. As time ticked we could see the village emptying leaving nothing just the ghosts of life behind.