As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner.
This section contains love stories.
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called “best friend”. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. After class,
John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn’t, the girl with the rose.
Anjali married Rahul this day. At the end of the wedding party, Anjali’s mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook.
It was their anniversary, and Aisha was waiting for her husband Rajiv to show up.
Things had changed since their marriage, the once cute couple couldn’t-live-without-each-other had turned bitter.
A young boy was feeling sad and depressed. He was always unduly quiet and reserved. He never wanted to play or be with friends. All he wanted to do was to sit alone and sulk.