The wind chimes
It was a beautiful Sunday, the third weekend of January. The sun was not visible, and the clouds looked gloomy, but the day was special to me for its memories. ...
It was a beautiful Sunday, the third weekend of January. The sun was not visible, and the clouds looked gloomy, but the day was special to me for its memories. ...
I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn. ? Anne Frank I started having a journal, inspired by “The Diary of a Yo...
I had previously read all of the books from Preeti Shenoy and had loved it. Hence when this book came out, I was very eager to buy it. But the theme of ‘u...
It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves. ~Edmund Hillary The valley was beautiful. But now I see the mountain. The big mountain. The deadly beast which ...
“Don’t yell at your child. Never raise your hand at her. ” That’s another sentence easier to hear, or write than execute. They say its j...
She wanted to escape into the beaches for their vacation. He disliked the sand and salty air. So she made up their guest room in a beach theme with a sunny balc...