Results matter today. They might not, tomorrow.

Story of a diary, found by the author, which recounted the memoirs of a private inspector from 1962..

I was sitting idle in my room, and suddenly my eyes were on my old college life dairy. I turned the pages for memories

A rose which, long suppressed in the yellow pages of your diary, with the essence of a beautiful past that leads to t...

Kshitij woke up sweating in the middle of the third night in a row. It was the same dream again.

Tania Sharma, a sober eighth grader had no parents, no siblings and no family. She was known by everyone in her area