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