Sometimes it easy to read, but feeling the pain of the person is hard to define. Its Easy to judge people on basis of their character, but hard to live in their place. She didn’t knew how to react and suddenly the another strike came upon her when the elder brother started to do the…
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A Girl Broken By World
Sometimes it easy to read, but feeling the pain of the person is hard to define. Its Easy to judge people on basis of their character, but hard to live in their place. She didn’t knew how to react and suddenly the another strike came upon her when the elder brother started to do the…
SOMETHING INTERESTING!!
Oh!!! I get dejected every time I think of getting out in the current scenario. The first thing that comes to my mind is my visit to the great “INDIAN MUSEUM”. Once, my school took me for a visit to the “INDIAN MUSEUM ” in Kolkata with all my classmates…… I must say, I was…
“What will you gift me on my birthday?”
“What will you gift me on my birthday?” asked the 6 year old. “I will give you all of my time on your birthday, that’s all a poor father have.” replied the father.
COLORS AND ROMANCE
Tonite
Tonight …yes Tonight, I will kiss you, love you Not for a moment Not for a second Not for minutes Not for the hours, But will do until Until everything within you— The sorrows, The pain, The darkness, Unfulfilled secret dreams, Hidden passion, And your never shared loneliness is mine, Tonight …yes tonight I will…
“THE UNSAID WORDS WITH U”
Myth
Living it NOW!!!
I had a diary gifted to me by someone. The cover of which said “Never Look Back” and a picture of an empty road surrounded by lush greenery either side. I have had a habit of writing whenever I feel like and it doesn’t necessarily have to be in a special book meant for writing.…
A Tryst with Death
“We couldn’t have a child.” She expressed disappointment as she gathered all her strength to speak. Tears streamed down his face. His eyes were an endless oasis of tears, they just wouldn’t stop. His hands were trembling as he caressed her forehead. Every second that passed seemed like ages. “Was it my fault, John?” She…