An excited individual is erratic, but when Nitish Vardhwan pushed through the doors of his desolate apartment, he redefined insanity. In his attempt to conduct himself into the apartment, he knocked his brother off the stepladder, who was just beside […]
Pyaar, ishq, mohabbat, love, romance! Haaayyyeee!!!! Inn saare alfaazo mein kitni chumbakeey shakti hai….. Kitne sundar shabdh hain yeh….Ek hi pal mein aap poori zindagi inn shabdon ke naam kar dete ho, ek anjaan par apne parivaar se zyaada vishwaas […]
Pichli baar hum kahan the ?
Vipasana ne apne Instagram story par peeche ki oar pade college ke kachare ke dher ki photo kheechi aur usse Instagram story bana di. Caption diya “Naare toh swachhta ke duniya bhar mein lagaate ho, […]
Kumiko’s appearance was as eerie as her disappearance was. It was during one of the escapades in Nishi-Kasai; Japan’s own little India, I found her sitting atop a lamppost, with her body bent and head stretched unusually towards the sky. […]
धर्म ही संपूर्ण जगत का आधार है| धर्म ने ही सभी प्राणियों को एक सूत्र में बाँध कर रखा है| इसके रूप भले ही भिन्न-भिन्न हों, परंतु सभी का केंद्रबिंदु ‘ईश्वरत्व’ की प्राप्ति है| सभी धर्मों की अपनी-अपनी विशेषताएं हैं| […]
Humare Kunwar Sa kaha phase the?
Ikrant ko dekh kar Pranay Sir ke chehre pe muskuraahat aa gayi thi.. Kalla Sir ke cabin mein ek khidki thi, jisse main unhei dekh paa rahi thi, aisa laga jaise woh keh rahe hon, […]
Last time hum kya kar rahe the?
Pranay Sir internal assessment le rahe the, Role play, jis mein woh guest bane the….aur Ikrant aur Sarthiv front office staff. Unke jawabo se gussa hue Pranay Sir manager bane Riddharth ko gussa karne […]
‘This is not your first nor is it going to be your last. Now and sleep we will talk tomorrow’ a 17-year-old Sam was told by his mother. He stole a sly glance at his father and seeing his sullen […]
Last week kya hua tha? Yaad hai ?
Koi baat nahin! Main bataati hoon
Campus ki boundary wall pe Mriti ko chadhanaa Chibbu ke liye itna asaan nahi tha… Chibbu 64 kg ka aur Mriti 95 kg ki thi. Jab tak mriti […]
There was no tomorrow for Mr J___, or at least that was what it looked like when he sabotaged the brakes like a butcher. His olive green Santro, which travelled so far without a hiccup, let out a mechanical scream […]
