The story is written on the basis of all the memories the author had since her childhood.
The story shows organ donation; save lives and serve humanity.
Doug – "Your honour, I would like to start by asking, who is a VIP? A man in an air-conditioned car with a convoy of...
Now Freddy understood. It was him running in the past towards the labs.
My father’s family belongs to a fiercely self-reliant caste of farmers.
She felt emptiness in her heart but her mind was as turbulent as if a cyclone has hit the sea…..
Surprisingly, she never visits.
He had been reduced to just being a pawn in the hands of the expert players and had to pay the ultimate price.
They were stunned from what they saw...!! They broke down weeping and crying!
Kunwar, who was still asleep beneath the warm duvet made few moaning sounds and began to snore mildly.
A tale of a simple who remained misunderstood and mistreated all his life...
Twenty minutes and four bus hijackings later, I found a bearded man seated on the last seat of the fifth one
I can still hear the leather creaking. There wasn't another sound in the room. Every eye was on me now...
She was expecting to hear the breathing of her son, but she couldn’t grasp it. Her whooping heartbeat told her.
I was taken by the guard forcefully to the area in between wing 1 and 2 where a canning set up was there.
Tinnock & Tin...
First VS Last
Wheels of Wis...
The Game Of D...
Is Humanity D...
Are you like them?
Judge her in a view,
Write her character in a snap,
Know her present, past, future
A message of equilibrium with the different life variables maintained throughout, with 'learning' and the only constant.
My Accomplishment is My Act of caring ǁ
Trouble, hardships and fear faced by women in India
He a little scared,she was strong enough to defend,
Not everytime men are strong sometimes women also end.
We bonded when she said that I deserved something much better and beautiful and real
A coquette of hearts-
Damning unfortunate souls,
Drowning them in their lust for her essence,
I am happy you are what you wanted to be,
I am happy I see you as I wanted to see..
He put her in a pumpkin shell...
Where have you been?”
“I’ve been to London"
He hummed her name, beckoning her. His resonance never failed to turn her on.
Rape is henious, gross and sinister. Are you a mute observer of the sin?
Blues of the nerves and wounds on my body,
Everything spoke of the chaos,
Around the perimeter of my feet.
And when she faces the outside world she manages to put on a tired fake smile
The poem says Hope is the fire that burns down all negativity that the heart likes to hold on to
The Last Tree
Yes I Am Read...
Little Tom Tu...
Staring At In...
Don't Be A Pu...
Cheesy And Rh...
The Three Cry...
The Lamp And ...
A Little Syri...