http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pravir The original writings of author Pravir en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775977220 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Aj firse wahi rat aai hai.Fir sewahi dar wapas aa rha hai.KaisaDar??Is raat kandhere se ya apne bheetar ke andhere se malum nai.Jaise hirat gehri hone lagti hai, ek ajib sa gandh pure kamre me fail jati hai ….Ye ghadidekh rahe ho na, iske kante ki har ek tik-ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pravir/2160352/ I was waiting for her message, meanwhile I checked her profile…… soon all my confidence weakend. Actually I was the last one of my class to be her friend. Almost all of my classmates were already in the mutual friends list including Rahul. Finally I messaged her after waiting abou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pravir/2007651/ Love at first sight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pravir/2005879/ Nothing stays forever.... Accept it and move on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pravir/2005876/ "can we get your attention, Mr. Kunal!!! " the echoing voice brought my attention back to the history class. The moment I came to my senses, the whole class was already staring at me. "sorry ma'm. It will not be repeated again". I felt stupid. "first tell me what was on the window that you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pravir/1986467/ True face of an ugly world http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pravir/1967841/ A never ending love story... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pravir/1929890/ "Hey look she is coming . . . .all the best. .. Wait take the rose and the letter" rahul said to me. I took the letter and hid the rose inside it. "What if she rejects me again. . i amgetting nervous" i felt rahul was sending me to a war zone where my defeatwas certain.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pravir/1929273/ A love story set in heaven http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pravir/1925146/ Dimples inside her burqa http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pravir/1921952/ "Hey honey, please check if no luggage is left in the van " said my wife Tanya while entering to our new home in Delhi. We had just shifted from our home kolkata to this place as i was promted to the manager's post in state bank of india . Today we were shifting in a flat in the second floor. Me and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pravir/1920550/ A journey of forgetting my first love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pravir/1920420/ A cruel emotion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pravir/1915525/ humanity follows love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pravir/1887616/ "One bite more son and then we will go for playing. . . just eat the last bite dear" said Jacob to his 7 yrs old only son Ayan. Mr. Jacob was a postman by profession but for ayan he was everything . . Ayan's mom passed away when he was just two yrs. He never knew what mother's love is . . and Jacob .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pravir/1879851/ "Will u both keep quiet for a while " mom came screaming on us finally frustrated by me and my best friend angela's high pitched laughter and shoutings . . . we were childhood buddies . . . she was my neighbour,my classmate,my father's best friend's daughter and my best buddy . . . Well this was t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pravir/1879403/