Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
Nothing remains permanent except the truth of mortality, nothing is absolute except that our existence might continue for yet another day .
A usual morn in March, Chintu came running from school to his home. As soon as he entered his house he clung to his ma’s sari
I had everything which I dreamt in my life. My wife, my son playing in gardens, my business and off course my ancestral bungalow smiling with delight
Life is a journey. Journey is a passion. Therefore life is a passion. In journey of my life it was my maiden experience of travelling in Sleeper class.
Thriller Short Story: He did as he was directed to do. As soon as he hauled out the cell phone from the bag there was a call from a different number.
