Love is the pursuit of someone or a feeling,
regardless Of how with whom,
when, or where; Unfazed by
condition, consequence, or critique.
Love is the pursuit of someone or a feeling,
regardless Of how with whom,
when, or where; Unfazed by
condition, consequence, or critique.
मुझे जीवन इतना छोटा प्रतीत होता है कि मैं शत्रुता को दूर करने या गलतियाँ दर्ज करने में इसे व्यतीत नहीं कर सकता हूँ।
This is a story of my maternal grandfather Mr. Matiullah Khan. He was an Urdu poet, teacher and a homeopathic doctor who lived a simple yet significant life.
Savitri suffers it all- injustice, insults, abuse, humiliation. But she doesn’t stops hoping. She fights back and brings the change.
The poem is a rebellious cry against the patriarchs of the world, who do not approve of love or marriage that does not conform to their conventions. It is the amalgamation of the sorrow of all the hearts who are denied, lov
The narrator wanders through the ruins of an old dialapidated bungalow, rampant with dark secrets, waiting for his elder brother to show up.
Home is where we can freely be who we truly are. But in Mr and Mrs Mehta’s family, freedom to be who one truly is, is a dream for some.
They were told a million times,
They knew the glaciers would fall.
Platonic! Platonic! I had always wanted it to be,