Once there was a lonely snowprincess wandering into snowladen mountains under northern lights. There she found a snowman under a Pine tree. When she saw the snowman, he turned into a charming snowprince.
The snowprincess asked him, "Who are you?"
Then he told, "I am the snowprince of Iceland, i was under the spell and the only way to break this spell was if a beautiful pair of eyes see me with the warmth of love, i would become a man of her dreams."
Mesmerized by his charm, they kissed under the mistletoe and the seed of love was sowed.

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"BANG! I have caught you!" I hear my children screaming outside. Frustration can come in different forms. And unfortunately for me, it's coming through my children. The deadline to submit my story is today, and all I have is the title. I am not at all happy with that either.
"Hide, I will find you, even if I have to swim rivers or cross mountains" they are playing outside.
May be I should ask them for ideas. Imagination, that's what is missing.
A child's imagination.




Then I remember, I don't have any children!

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તારા ઘરઆંગણે સાડીમાં ઉભેલી સંસ્કારોથી સુસજ્જિત તારા નામનું મંગળસુત્ર પહેરેલી ઘરરખ્ખુ ગૃહિણી તો તારા પરિવારથી આકર્ષાઇને તારા પગારને જાણીને પોતાના સંપુર્ણ કમ્ફર્ટઝોનમાં તારી બાજુમા રહીને તારા દિવસરાત સ્કેન કરે છે. તે તો ફક્ત એટલુ જ જાણે છે જે તુ બતાવી શકે છે કે શબ્દોમાં કહી શકે છે
જ્યારે પરફેક્ટ ફોર્મલ્સ પહેરીને હાથમા વોડ્કાનો ગ્લાસ લઇ સિગરેટનો કશ ભરીને ઓફિસ સંભાળતી બોલ્ડ પ્રોફેશનલ ગર્લ તારાથી હજારો માઇલ દુર રહીને પણ, તારી પાસે શું છે તેની ફિકર કર્યા વિના પોતાની દુનિયાને પેલે પાર જઇને તને પાને પાને વાંચતી રહે છે. મૌનમાં છુપાયેલા વાક્યનો અર્થ સમજતી રહે છે. તને પ્રેમ કરતી રહે છે

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Kalki got off the bus at the campus gate and began the two kilometre walk along the dimly lit road to her hostel.
There was no sound except that of the crickets.

Suddenly, she heard heavy foot steps that were steadily gaining upon her. Something prevented her from turning around. Her pace quickened to a run.
Her pursuer kept up. She used all her might and
ran to the bend in the road and waited for her stalker.
He approached menacingly.
He staggered and fell as a knife plunged into his thigh. His screams grew feeble as she stabbed him gleefully.

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A Wedding to Remember!

The residents peeped out of their windows at the commotion. The sign board placed on the opposite side read,
"Wedding Entrance".

The venue was beautifully decorated. The couple, who were to marry, were self-made individuals. They fell in love whilst at work and had waited for this day since the past 4 years. They always wanted a beach wedding but couldn't really afford a destination wedding. They got lucky with the venue as it overlooked the sea and was available at a steal price. Their joy knew no bounds.

Little did they know, the venue was once a Haunted Cemetery.

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बाबा हिमायती नहीं थे,अंग्रेजी के।
हिंदी से उन्हें बेहद प्यार था।
मैं अंग्रेजी न्यूज़ पढ़ रहा
बाबा खाट से उठे!
मन में कुछ बुदबुदाते हुए
बाहर को निकल आये
हाथ मे रेडियो लिए
पुराने गाने की धुन
बज रही थी,रेडियो में।
आंगन से बाहर निकल,
पेपर वाले के साइकल
की हवा निकाल कर,
उसे बुरा भला कहा।
बाबा के हरकत,सनक,
पर गुस्सा आया मुझे,
मैंने उन्हें ऊँचे लहज़े में
उन्हें खरी-खोटी सुना दिया।
बाबा मौन होकर बैठ गए,
नीचे गर्दन झुकाकर बोले,
हिंदी अख़बार के ऐसे लहजे नहीं होते।
मैं ग्लानि से उन्हें एकटुक घूर रहा था,!!

©Kundan Choudhary

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The Queen of Hearts, she gave her all
The Knave of Hearts held her in his thrall!
Slog from dawn to dusk she did,
In the garb of marriage , he hid !
Her duty she thought it was to fulfill
his desires and do his bidding at will….
Loyal though she was, it all came to naught
The day she birthed a daughter by default!
His rage, it knew no bounds
To produce a son, he hounds!
The Queen of hearts is but a Puppet
The Knave of hearts her puppeteer!
Queen she’s in name
Alas, what a sad shame!

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It was a good turnout for a suicide. Condolences kept pouring.

'Suicide!' he scoffed as he gulped down his scotch, that burnt him. The guilt of her murder was a furnace.

Suddenly, he felt something shift. He reached for his pistol and growled, "Who's there?"

An eerie silence.

'Did I make a mistake?'

He looked at the French windows; their favourite place.

His gaze shifted down, her dried blood staining the carpet.

When the police arrived, they found his pistol on his left hand, his body on the stain and his brains on the French windows.

Yet, he was right-handed.

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She had all the telltale signs. And with the passing days they only seemed to grow: the erratic heartbeat; perspiration that welled up and trickled down her forehead; cheeks that reddened much to her embarrassment.
She couldn't keep it to herself any more. 'What is the point in postponing things?' She wondered. 'Might as well meet him and unburden the ache that gnaws at my core!' She thought resolutely.
He smiled affably when she finally met him. He listened calmly to her outburst.
His tone was reassuring.
'It might just be heart burn. We will fix this!'
She sighed in relief.

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An anecdote darning sentiments
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