She said that he had met with an accident.
I have to be my own hero.
She came in and I melted like a candle.
“He is not well. We have to go to see him.”
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.