One Sunday I was relaxing in my study, when my mother arrived to tell me some news.

I was at a party, that day, and was returning home at the darkest hour of the night.

What happens when you are in the middle of a road full of speeding cars? Who helps you?

Presenting the second chapter in the series of unexpected events...

An investigation into the murder of a girl by a banana peel.....

I was a rose flower. I am referring to myself in the past tense, because I think I am no longer a flower.

Mother Earth... as she is today.

As soon as the doorbell rang, a change came over Mrs. Sharma. She excitedly ran towards the door.