Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
I am a dead soul; I escaped my own body which died last night and now I am roaming in air.I can see my body being carried over shoulders of my brothers,
I don’t know what life has in store for me in the future, I don’t know where I may reach but I know I won’t give up. Now, I feel, the time has come,
What wrong have I done loving someone and confessing? I don’t know what love is and don’t know when I started loving her,
It was some years ago, I remember, that I went for trekking with my friends in the hills of Dehra. Mountains, where the gods gently speak to the lonely heart
