Tweet Ramu was nervous that day.  His mornings had been hell since the morning his dad had asked him to deliver milk at house no. 13.  He had not thought much of it, just a stop on the way to school, but it had turned out to be much more than that. This morning, as [...]

Tweet It was a bet that I should have never taken, but I wish I knew what I was in for! All my hostel friends had gone for the annual fest of St. James School, one of the hippest boys school in the town and I, being the president of green house, had other business to attend [...]

Tweet A habit common to all the species known popularly as "housewife" is chatting. And don’t for one moment think that this is the kind of chatting that involves a computer and the Internet; this kind of chatting requires at least two pairs of lips, and  about four ears, some idle time and, preferably, a summer afternoon.

Tweet Continued from Part 1 Deepak was from a family of eight brothers and sisters. He was the eldest and they lived in a small two room house. He had liked Shruti since the start but he didn’t think that anything could happen between them. He was a practical man, and not at all a [...]

Tweet Love makes people do strange things. There can be no classification of love but still it can be divided into two major types. One is the love that a boy has for a girl and the other is the love that a person can have for a parent, sibling a relative, a friend or [...]

Tweet It was a sudden shock for me. I had never expected my parent's death when I was 15. I started weeping, and from the police officer I came to know that this all happened because of an accident. I didn't know what to do as there was no one else in the world for [...]

Tweet Kabir was having a bad day. It was nothing new for him, and he accepted it as his fate, a result of his deeds in the past lives, the priest at the temple had told him. He was now trying to live a honest and upright life to make his next life better.

Tweet Amish opened his eyes. Pleasant day, he thought as sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains. He tried to get out of bed but was unable to do so. That was strange. He tugged and found that his hands were tied to the bedpost. Then he remembered it was 1st of April and [...]

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