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It was not Love Story.. as all say love is the best feeling , experience , part of life .. same way even I thought the same , I still remember the day I fell for her , it was truly magical the moment I saw her things turn perfect , her smile bec...
There can be two possibilities. Either war will never end or there will never be peace for ever. Actually, Those both possibilities are same. War is never going to end. It will only end when there will be no humans to fight with. I believe in th...
There was disturbance in the country. Freedom of expression had been killed. The “Right to live in peace” was sadly a hostage. We had lost our way and gone back many, many years. The government was in constant war with its own people. Many o...
Savita tossed his handkerchief at him. Hurriedly, Satish put it in his pocket and nearly trotted out of the door. It was the day he had waited for all his life. Emerging entrepreneur, as he often boasted of being, he never had been so confident ...
“Baawara mann dekhne chala ek sapna...hmmm...hmm…hmm...” singing this song as Reena was proceeding with her daily chores, she remembered that it was a special day today. She recalled the date in her mind which was 18th of the seventh month...
She couldn’t see him. He was sure. She softly padded towards the birch tree near him and stopped. From his cramped position, Alhan couldn’t see her face. But he knew she couldn’t see him. He could almost sense her apprehension. She sensed ...
Dr. Trilochan sat in his lab, all disheveled and exhausted. He had been working for many straight hours, something that now came naturally for him. Concentrating at multiple screens in front of him, analyzing the data coming from different recor...
Joginder fondly called by friends as Jogi is a nerd. No one affords pricy stuff in grad school but our Jogi always buys only branded items. When the fellow students bought a cheap assembled computer for project work, Jogi bought a latest Compaq ...
The balmy night air did nothing to sooth my frayed nerves in the least bit.Batukeshwar Dutta, popularly, Batukda had once again been chosen to lead the next attack. For all the many bombs that I had helped built, I had for once hoped that I woul...
Everybody was laughing, these were the moments you would never forget, end of high school, all the friends together, for what maybe, was the last time we would see each other. Me along with six of my friends, out of which three were girls, had p...