What am I to do with this beating heart that seems to have a heart of its own?It won't listen. It won't obey. It won't back down.

Her skin smelled of candy floss and the soothing scent of lemon grass. The hem of her skirt grazed her ankles and revealed her silver anklets.

He must be a billionaire with not much to do.

A large mango tree shaded the eastern corner of the house from the sharp morning sun, its long, leafy branches swaying over the old, red, clay-tiled roof. The smell of wood and camphor hung in the air.

There was a softness in her eyes, a genuineness that ran deep.

Somethings in life just cannot be explained. No one else will even understand it. Even you may not understand it for a long time but trust me, one day, you will. You’ll know what to do.

Neha felt the heft of the key in her hand. It was minuscule. Hardly weighed anything. Yet she'd never possessed a more precious thing in her life.

It was wonderful how food brought men of different classes and kinds together, from the old to the young, from workers to their superiors.