The honking of the cars in the busy roads of the city made him come back to his senses. The feeble man in his fifties dressed in shabby clothes was standing on a bus stop. He had never visited in such a big city earlier but he felt like it was nothing new, as he…
It was still dark as Vijay Yadav jogged a long Versova beach. He looked at his digital watch and saw that the time was 6 a.m. and the beach was deserted except for a garbage truck. In the early morning sunlight as Vijay jogged a long, he suddenly saw a body lying on the beach.…
Deceived by the aesthetics of the captain of the football team, the brown girl with the divine heart started changing the color of her beauty frequently.
I didn’t walk alone in those 2 to 3 months so I decided to go alone in that evening but was little confused where to go ?? “The weather was good it was some sort of rainy, the cold wind was blowing slowly slowly, birds were flying in a row and creating a memorable moment”…
Who is important for you? For whom are you important? These two questions fairly sum up every individual’s life. If you have people who make you feel important, involved and loved you are happy. You love those people back and care for them. This builds up a confidence in you that yes you are needed,…
Everyone is inflammable you know? If you aren’t burning it doesn’t mean you have a higher ignition temperature. It simply implies that you are WATER you prefer to boil and just evaporate like that.
Ruskin Bond, an Indian author of British descent, is an eminent contemporary writer. He prolifically authored inspiring children’s books and was awarded the Sahitya Akademi Award to honor his work of literature. Born on May 19, 1934, in Kasauli, India, he was the son of Edith Clarke and Aubrey Bond. He lives with his adopted family…
Night passed. All the students were so tired that they slept soundlessly. Next morning they woke up and got ready to see Shimla. Mini was very small but still, time and circumstances had made her mature before her age. Unlike other fellow-mates, she loved silence and the unspoken words of nature. She would often gaze…
“I won’t.” He states sternly, a dark edge leathering his tone. “Promise?” She croaked out. Her voice was hoarse as she tried to choke back her tears. She hated this. She hated feeling so vulnerable in front of someone who was as good as a stranger. He stared at her intensely for a while; deliberating…
“I think so. But what to do?” Ravi asked. “In such cases, the parents should give full attention, love, and care to their children. Make her believe that you really love her. I think that will help her come out of her trauma.” “Thank you, doctor! You have helped us the lot,” Ravi shook hands…
Samidha Thakur