I am so proud of my wife.
She is a wonderful mother, wife, and American soldier.
She could’ve retired but she chose to go to Kuwait and she will probably be sent to Iraq or Afghanistan this year. While putting aside her personal needs, she is what a American soldier is all about. On p of that, she has also written 13 non fiction books published by major genre publishers. Whenever writing and publishing, cults and a host of other subjects, she writes on finances, utilities, retirement, robots, consumer problems. Latayne Scott has published hundreds of articles in national magazines, including Military Officer, Today’s Officer, Writer’s Digest, Guideposts, Texas Business, NFPA Journal, New Mexico Magazine, Albuquerque Journal, Sage and many others. Visit her website at tinyurl.com/cvwdjy for more information. Tears trickled down the cheeks of Ms.
The maid entered inside the room with the evening breakfast and noticed her face engrossed with quite similar emotions.
Let me ask you something. How many years will you give to that past?
I will die on the day when the God takes away that as well.
Please leave me alone.
Being a servant, these words don’t suit me but that’s not the way to deal with the bitterness of life. I am coming. Be practical in lifetime. I forgot madam. Shrishti Bhatt. As a result, keeping the album back in the locker, she replied, Welcome them and give them seats. Therefore, sitting on the sofa with a solitary memories left in her hands, how much ever she tried to resist but always stopped on really similar photograph of the album. Shrishti ld without even raising her eyes, Shanti! Madam, life is very short. Shrishti remained stunned at the sound of this word which she herself hadn’t ever dared to repeat after that incident.
Whenever charming young woman of 32, stepping down the stairs of her large mansion waving her hands to the reporters who had come from Times of India and ok her seat, shrishti Bhatt, a beautiful.
Answering the question in negative, she left the reporters confused at her astonished face and went upwards staggering as if struck by the loss So in case you don’t mind, can we ask if you know anyone called Chhitiz Bharadwaz? For instance, her maid, one person globally who knew the truth of her life ok her to identical sofa where Shrishti could find serenity. Now regarding the aforementioned fact… Unmarried woman dressed in a whitish sari without any kind of ornamentation. How changed she was! Today, I actually have to discuss something really important for our lives.
Try to understand, that’s regarding both of us.
Chhitiz looked at her and said in a serious tone, Dear!
Very serious! Shrishti had cleared her preliminary exam for the civil services and the last day of the final year exam had also passed. Usually, shrishti replied jokingly, serious! After this incident. It was an invitation card for Shrishti in the wedding ceremony of Chhitiz with a girl called Hrishita, The card was not an ordinary one. She understood everything and preserving all the memories of Chhitiz in her heart went away forever and ever. I am nowhere in your lifespan now.
Fate had something else in store for her.
Her heartbeat pounded higher and higher with the reducing no of steps to his house.
Coming back from her past, Shrishti asked her driver to take out the car and went alone driving to the mountainous, hilly regions on the border of Allahabad. Her hands trembled while pressing the door bell. Standing right below his bungalow, Shrishti stopped for quite a while thinking if he my be able to recognize her or not and if his wife should like this surprise visit or not. On p of this, mercedes hit the large banyan tree. Shrishti’s secret life passing into the secret world. Having once escaped death, she decided to meet Chhitiz before her final separation from life. Shrishti went all alone. You should take it into account. Reporters poured in the hospital corridors and newspapers got studded with the reports of her accident and with headlines. She couldn’t dare to move back from her destination. Shrishti kept on increasing the speed of the car and suddenly with her loud scream, Please Chhitiz! Chhitiz seemed sitting beside her and begging for a chance to explain him. Certainly, go away! She fell on her feet and started thanking the Almighty but Shrishti seemed to be lost. She was saved. It was the day of her discharge from the hospital and Shanti was waiting outside with garlands in her hands and tears in her eyes. Therefore, people gathered in large numbers and the hope of her survival became least with the severe injuries on her head.
Her car only stopped at a mall from where she bought a beautiful sari for his wife and clothes for the children of her imagination.
Immediately a ticket was booked for her flight to Delhi.
Every and almost any road she passed by reminded her of the days spent with him, while preparing to Chhitiz’s house from the airport in a taxi. With that said, saying this, the old lady started sobbing profusely. For example, I have brought a beautiful sari for her. Earth slipped away from her feet and sky seemed to fall apart. Did you hear about something like that before? Will it fit him? He remained stunned. Attempting to hide her true emotions, she asked inquiringly, Where is Hrishita?, where are your children? See this. A well-known fact that is. True love between Shrishti and Chhitiz was proved.
Chhitiz had taken that card to force you to meet me and each other when Shrishti reminded him to follow the courtesy and call her inside in a kidding manner. Meet my mother and see her condition. Forceful smile on her face couldn’t stop the rolling down of tears. It’s a well fourteen years had just whitened a few hairs without affecting much of his handsome personality. Door opened and the person standing in front of her was Mr. Besides, two years passed and Shrishti was again seen sitting on a sofa with identical album in her hands but now not with memories but real Chhitiz sitting beside him and a child in between and all the three enjoying the college life stories shared and laughed about between the two lovers.