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
RAGGED
Endless cries wanted to break through but he was silent. Silent at his loss. Silent at his helplessness. Silent at his defeat. Silent at his rape.
My Colourful Life
I Regret ….
I know I am not a poet, not creative either. I have achieved nothing, but has wasted all.I tried enjoying life but forgot, life can only be enjoyed with a strong foundation of hard work.
A Savored love tinge
I opened the letter n found in it written ‘I love you’ signed by Raaghav. My eyes popped out ’does he even know the meaning of love’
My friend, Amankar
The room was air conditioned and had comfortable sofas. I sat on one of them. Mrs. Sonakshi, the P.A. sent me a cup of coffee
FIFA World Cup Final
I hadn’t seen football matches before. I knew only about few great footballers like Ronaldo, Rivaldo, Ronaldinho, Kaka (all Brazilians), Zinedin Zidan and some old players
Do Ghost’s Exist ?
I am sharing a real experience through which my mother underwent when I wasn’t even born & she used to live in some hostel with my elder sister Manoo.
Barso Re Megha Megha… Barso
wow…!!!!! drizzling, winds blowing, lightening…. perfect weather for a romantic scene in bollywood movies. Yes absolutely, yesterday’s weather in Hyderabad was like this only.
The Leftover Lives of Lawrence – The Dawn
She walked up to the stairs, paused for a while to gaze into the long narrow corridor buzzing with new bees. Each face was so unique. Their eyes were brimming with hopes for the unknown.
