No, it was not “Love”
“Is Suma missing?” I was stunned. I called out involuntarily. Put my shirt on and hurriedly ran out.
by Vallinath Mangalampalli · Published February 11, 2022 · Last modified July 4, 2022
“Is Suma missing?” I was stunned. I called out involuntarily. Put my shirt on and hurriedly ran out.
by Anindita Sinha · Published September 14, 2021 · Last modified October 31, 2022
Eti koli duti paat, – from the lyrics of Late musical maestro Dr Bhupen Hazarika’s famous song, in just few words encapsulates the reason for what Assam is famous for – ‘Assam Tea’.
#StoryBerrys is starting its ‘Author Talks’ series, and the first Author we have invited is Hridya Biju.
Hridya a young and talented author who recently published her debut Novel “Connected Dots Of Pluto”. She started writing at the age of 7. She just finished her 12th grade and is aiming to pursue her degree in Designing.
by Soma Bhattacharjee · Published August 22, 2021 · Last modified May 10, 2023
Ninni, being a mother was certainly not in my scheme of things, as I was growing up.
by Sadguru Times · Published August 6, 2021 · Last modified November 16, 2021
जीवन के समस्त रहस्यों की जड़ मन ही है। जो इसे अपने वश में कर लेता है, वही सम्राट हो जाता है और जो इसके वश में रहता है वही गुलाम होता है।
by Dinesh Kumar Singh · Published July 30, 2021 · Last modified December 19, 2022
अहमदाबाद में एक चाय की दुकान से “चाय पर चर्चा” नाम के कार्यक्रम, थोड़ा आश्चर्य हुआ कि यह क्या पहेली है।
by Dinesh Kumar Singh · Published July 28, 2021 · Last modified October 31, 2022
रात के ये चाय बेचने वाले मुंबई की नाइट लाइफ (रात की जिंदगी) का अहम हिस्सा हैं।
by Rakhi Sunil Kumar · Published July 25, 2021 · Last modified September 10, 2023
Whole life we struggle to meet expectations of everyone around us, including from our own self, and we are disappointed, frustrated and pained when these expectations are not met.
by Sadguru Times · Published July 23, 2021 · Last modified November 26, 2021
जब सत्गुरु का प्रेम रूपी बादल बरसता है। शिष्य का कण-कण भीग जाता है। वह आनन्द मग्न हो जाता है। वह अहोभाव से भर जाता है। उसकी वाणी मौन हो जाती है।
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बीच मझधार में अब रुकें हैं हम,