I would just be with him.
“Future”- the name popped on my mobile display.
Perhaps it is a fight. Maybe it is a conversation.
We had completed three-quarters of our Chardham Yatra.
Only a person like you can understand the meaning of each word
I shudder now to recall it.
She was a part-time call girl.
I wept for an hour that day.
I had accepted my place as only a friend in his life.
She wasn’t willing to teach me her cooking methods.