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Sitting by the window pane... observing the outside world..the thing that usually comes to mind is all the past years... My whole life just flashbacks.!!( m sure it happens with most of us). Sometimes I laugh remembering something funny and st...
LOVE BY CHANCE8rth March, 2013And there I was set to be the most beautiful bride!!Surrounded by my friends, I walked down the aisle in golden and red bridal dress gracefully adorned with sequins.Everyone's eyes were glued on me and my eyes were ...
Saira was standing in her balcony watching a the road ahead .The vehicles ,the pedestrians and the hustle bustle of the street that seemed to be working hard and getting impatient to rest after her evening chore of making the people get back hom...
At the core of my heart I am very reserved person, love to enjoy the sound of silence, not of very adventurous typed but won’t even step back if the opportunity comes. Every day I feel a sort of confidence in me that nothing can go wrong, stil...
When we are kids we dream to become doctors, engineers, pilots etc. When I was born I too dreamt of becoming a soldier one day. But with time I realized that what we think or dream most of the times is never fulfilled. You need tochase your drea...
The Ugly Truth : Side By Side The world in which we are in is full of complexes but it’s an ugly truth that nothing is simpler than it. Here everything is about self realization, ours identification in this world. The word though which we can ...
Finally I was ready wearing the pink salwar kameez which complimented my white skin completely, I applied kohl to make my brown eyes look bigger and beautiful that always made me feel good. I looked at myself in the mirror. The tight kamiz, clea...
Samar walked down in the corridor of his huge bungalow switching off every light that was lighted up....he walked down in that solitude of loneliness and anxiety which had bounded him in a shell from which he couldn’t get out.... EVER....walki...
That particular day, I started with decorating our room with fascinating flowers, ordering Rags’s favorite food and arranging some soft musics CD’s to play in the background. It was indeed a very important day of my life. Important, not only...
“Oops!! ” I moaned in pain.“Nive not again!!” he rushed into kitchen, as if he is gonna save a warrior trapped in enemy’s explosion!!It was my innate ability to spill some milk on my hands while preparing coffee. Never had a day passed...