Imagine a shop where time bends to your will. Shelves overflow with lazy Sunday afternoons and endless summer holidays. You could buy those in bulk! Even a few extra minutes to linger in bed wouldn't be out of reach. But forget Monday mornings - those dusty shelves hold nothing but dread. This delightful dream of buying time captures a universal yearning - to slow down, savor life's simple joys, and escape the drudgery of routine.

He must not eat the jam. But he loved it so much. She was desperate convincing him. One day neighbors advised her to go to Hoja to solve this problem. And the woman did it. She

I had heard some writers lament like this. Do they have trouble with it? No,  But, Some of them have the feeling of living in their works themselves! Vaikom Muhammed Basheer,

I have a dream. But, I don’t know Whether it come true. But, I have a hope. Where there is a hope There is faith...

Once again, They came to visit me. The fruitful days Still recall in different ways. A sigh take my hand

Yes, he got there to do his job; to wipe out the food particles and glasses from that table, and to clean it for the costumers. He is only about ten year.

She calls me early and loves a lot. She hugs me kindly

Is my life only for birth? Is my birth only for death? Is god sent me to show the earth? Is the world that I feel truth?

There was a coding shelter Came to me with armful Stroke and pat I am safe from herior and  terror

Love starts with bare moves with care Ends with tear.... Love starts with sudden moves with hidden Ends in burden....

There was a monkey living on a tree. The tree was  on a seashore. The monkey had a friend as a crocodile. The monkey used to give fruits to the crocodile when he comes  

A lion was once sleeping in the jungle when a mouse started running up and down his body just for fun. This disturbed the lion’s sleep, and he woke up quite angry. He was about to

The words are the swords Those pierce our hearts. The tongues are blades Those injure our minds.

I never thought it would come true so quickly, when my class teacher told us a joke about future generation by his concept. When I was in fourth grade, I heard that joke from my