The truth however is undeniable,
I can not make my breathe detachable -
without my home land's soil,air and earthen touch-...
She let out her lips for a low whistle,
Peering through the glass of window, I was about to startle-
She began to sing so beautifully-...
The story was of 1970's- may be late seventies, my home town was Kapista, a small town like
village on the bank of river Ajay. It's natural surroundings were beautiful. The hill...
It is a real fiction with some touch of fantasy
General people in many war-affected countries suffer a lot and my story tells something about this.
In this modern era of science, nothing is impossible if we find a love within any robotic humanoid.
Mrs. Singh was afraid of what happened to me, I was hit by a truck. Barely able to
believe her eyes, she took me to a hospital but my breath went out permanently
from my body, only my spirit was conscious....
Very small story and again it is written by me and obviously it is none other than suspense and detective story.
World's best relationship retains within the love and affection of a mother upon her son or daughter and in this poem, a mother unites with her son again who was lost on a stormy day.
It is a detective story, completely self imagined .