"Mutu mutu saatna paye,Sangai jiban kaatna paye, Kati pyaaro, kati mitho hunthyo hola jiban."
The girls started singing while we waited for our second cup of tea in a fast food shop at Benighat. It was 10:30 at night and there were almost
It just happens to be that I had to wake up last Saturday as I had a meeting at 7 O'Clock with a dai and friends regarding a project; or else, I'm not quite a morning person. Nights charm me a lot and morning-sleeps are the best comfort for me!
When we were told to create our own story, I immediately thought I would write a horror story. However, it was easier said than done. I delved into my imagination; I wandered into the valleys of my mind, trying to come up with a nice horror story.
I have heard a story of a child living with his mother in an old village. They had a beautiful garden around their small but beautiful home. There was a narrow passage by the side of the house. The garden was so ornamented with variety of flowers