On a cosy Sunday afternoon, a little boy played with his toys while his father fiddled on his phone and his grandma read the newspaper. In the middle of his play, while running around, the reckless boy’s hand accidentally sent the flower vase on the mantelpiece crashing to the ground.

मैंने मोहब्बत नहीं की, क्यूंकि मुझे क्रांति करनी थी। उन लड़कियों से बात करनी है, जो खुद से भी बात नहीं करतीं।

Three disciples and the master were sitting on the banks of a calm river on a cold night. They all sat on a bench, one beside the other, admiring the vast canvas of eternal beauty before them. The optimistic seeker excitedly pointed to the night sky and said, “Look, there are stars in the darkness.” The other seeker, who was already suffocating in sorrow with the baggage of his memories, argued, “No! There’s only darkness around the stars.”

Aarav loved playing cricket in the evening so much that he often felt terrible as soon as it got dark. He used to return home and complain about how time flies by while playing but doesn’t when studying. Though his mother often told him it is because when we do something with love, time passes by, while it doesn’t when we don’t. This response, however, didn’t convince Aarav.

मेरी कलम से क्रांति लिख गई, जब-जब मुझे समर्पण लिखना था। मेरा कागज कलम छीना गया, तो अब मैं मंच पर बोलने लगी हूँं। मेरे लिखने पे सवाल किए गए, अब बोलने पे किए जाएंगे।

ఆకృతి లేకుండా ప్రతీ అచ్చు ఈ మట్టిని ఆధారం చేసుకుంటుంది తెరచాటు పుడమిలో మిళితమైన పదార్థాల గుట్టు, కళంకం అంటని పరిశీలించే కంటికి కాక మరెవరికి తేటపడును..?

One day in good spirits, God appeared on earth and blessed all his creations with a wish. He asked each of them for a desire and promised it would be theirs. The lion asked to be the most potent. The birds wanted to fly higher without a strain to reach for the stars. The fish asked for clean water, and the deer asked for sweeter grass. The peacock asked for more rain to dance often, and the parrots asked for more fruit.

కలవరింతలు తారలను చుడుతూ అంచులు తాకి యుగాలు గడిచినా బండల్ని కదిపే కెరటాలు పుట్టలేవు

Little John was hardly eight but was now at a man’s funeral for the first time, and it was none other than his best friend’s father. When he visited the burial with his family members, he saw two more families burying their loved ones that day. It bugged John since he understood that evil people must die, but why must the good ones die too?

ఆ పాలపుంతలో ఉన్న చుక్కలలా ఆ సముద్రపు ఒడ్డున ఉన్న ఇసుక రేణువులలా నా మదిలో ఉన్న ఆలోచనాతరంగాలు లెక్కలేనన్ని...

ఓ వాననే అడగనా నా కోరిక తాననే జల్లును విడువక..పోవక.. ఓ మేఘమా నిలువవే నా చెంతనే నీవనే నీడలో సేదనే తీర్చుమా...

Pat was the sole survivor of a crash, losing his parents. At seven, he would have been inconsolable if not for Sarah; his only friend turned family now. One night, as she was tucked into bed, Sarah asked her mom, “What happens when people die?” Her mom thought for a moment, and pointing to the night sky, she said, “They go to the sky and become stars watching over their children.”