Stories make me happy. And I want to remain happy.
...alive in somebody’s memory... ...alive in somebody’s memory...
A poem A poem
It felt like a war without borders. It felt like a war without borders.
Sneha pulled her beanbag closer and rested her face on her hands. She fixed her gaze on Bapuji. The ... Sneha pulled her beanbag closer and rested her face on her hands. She fixed her ...
A dream is not just a dream. It is more than we think we know. A dream is not just a dream. It is more than we think we know.