It seems that my fate has bartered my sleep with my troubles, and I do not see any profit in this deal.

I have no desire to meander in reality lest it might dissipate my pleasure.

I feel the coldness of the bed which prompts the thought in my mind that she has been gone long.

Inside the dingy room of an old single-storeyed house, Shakuntala managed to combat the bone-chilling cold with a meagre fire.

Every moment you breathe is worth celebrating. Life is beautiful even when it is bleak.

Five years back, when Shrinkhala was preparing for her twelfth grade examinations, she encountered her fate.

He dwelled in his imagination seeking solace, truth and happiness because reality offered him none.

A few days ago at Ratna Park, I saw a huge mass of people.