The spiral bound copy of the short synopsis suddenly flew into the air, landed fortunately on the desk adjacent to the one from where it was launched. Vinita’s presentation was faced with judgmental criticism- a.
On most weekends during the last few months, I have found myself being attracted to the handicraft fairs and ‘bazaars’ around me. The organic ambience, the earthiness of the stalls and the colours of the.
“Honour”- a word that I held in great esteem till a few days back seemed to plummet to the depth of hell, emanating a deathly stink, it has lost its soul altogether. Recently a relative’s.
“Happy X-Musk! Oops sorry, I meant X-mas!” Chortled a close friend of mine, rather sarcastically. We were discussing how the spirit of Christmas as we knew of since our childhood years in Nagaland, a state.
“When you ‘pray’ to God, do you ask him/her for something or do you just say thank you?” This was asked by a six-year-old girl, when she came to our place for Ganesh Puja, this.