Holding her palm with his, Ronit put his other arm around her waist. She placed her palm over his shoulder and the music played. They looked at each other, kept looking at each other
The way you see…
Shweta and her swimming attire has been the topic of discussion for those regulars who were friends and practised swimming regularly for more than a year now.
Following Heart…
Next day, I saw that boy again but this time, along with a skateboard, he had a small bandage in his hand. He looked quiet and was not trying a flip trick with his skateboard,
One Ghostly Night-A short story
The darkness surrounded me as I sat down in the middle. I look up seeing her there. A ghostly apparition floating naked before me. Her long golden hair flowing in the windless void.
Some Hope
My mind was as blurred as the fog had made my windows. I couldn’t think properly. Only thing I was certain about that I wanted her. I needed her. Oh God, I loved her.
I’ll never fall in LOVE again
I left the class. He followed me till the cafeteria. We argued endlessly. And what else people started staring. I left. It was actually fun irritating him. And I could irritate him more. And I had an idea!
my Bride
This Hindi short story describes the feeling of a hangman when he was appoint to hang a young girl.
A Lesson From Age
This Hindi poem tells that one should always remember his passing age and took some lessons from it as age and life teaches us many things.
A Heart For A Heart…
There she was, sitting on a Red plastic chair with her legs folded in crossed position. She was playing with her fingers, moving up and down adjusting it with the song
Fading beauty
People who knew her started teasing her. Now she understood beauty is only skin deep. She tried to help people in her own ways. Now she was a changed soul
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