The writer meets a loving and caring old couple on a train journey The writer meets a loving and caring old couple on a train journey

I realised that Pink was not a feminine colour anymore. It wasn’t ever actually. Colours don’t divid... I realised that Pink was not a feminine colour anymore. It wasn’t ever actually....

Though it was not cold enough, yet she came in the class wrapping her shawl. Though it was not cold enough, yet she came in the class wrapping her shawl.

There was a cozy, bright sunny day of winter and Rajni had gone market. There was a cozy, bright sunny day of winter and Rajni had gone market.