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Bappi was a boy who lives in outskirts of Maharashtra. He belongs to very rich and healthy family. His father was an engineer and his mother was receptionist in five star hotel. Bappi never concentrate on his studies and therefore got scolded by...
जीवन में आपको क्या अच्छा लगता है और क्या गलत लगता है ये सिर्फ और सिर्फ आप समझ सकते हो या ये सब आप...
People in this city are a strange lot.They look at each other, at first a glance, then as a frozen stare, then eyes turned away. They recognize, reflect and distance themselves from being looked at, and then their bodies start shivering, their b...
I was in my bedroom sleeping,suddenly i felt like the ...
One sunny day, an old man climbed the top of a hill, tired and panting, carrying two bird cages in his hand. Inside the cage, there were two birds-one blue bird and one black bird. The man sat under a maple tree, looking at the two beautiful bir...
When I first received the big packet from the fair lady, I was thrilled. I quickly looked inside and saw balloons of different colors. “Keep them! This might come to your help someday”, she said with a soft voice. I turned and looked up at t...
It started to rain heavily when I came out of the house, to sit on the big couch in the garden. The raindrops had started to fall rapidly on my head and I had to retreat to the house, in a hurry. As I had not watered the plants today, I felt tha...
He was a sad joker, who lived at the end of Isle Street, down a steep hill. He lived alone in a small old cottage with 3 windows overlooking the Isle cricket field. From the small windows everyday (in the morning) the joker would watch the kids ...
It was one of those beautiful mornings, when my mother called me and I was joyfully lazing my time, watering the garden. I had just turned nine and my mother had promised to take me to a beautiful place that day. “We are going to the most beau...
She was a creature of the mystic moonlight with an unknown destiny. She descended when darkness fell clad in a pure white frock, styled with age. She bathed in a jet of cat’s pure, black blood granting nightmares to the innocents in their beds...