The Millionaire
He was poor and had been thrown out to break up on cold ground. He was hungry…
He was poor and had been thrown out to break up on cold ground. He was hungry…
The tribunal of the Nuremberg Trials was given the charge of trying the most…
Dr. Bornik Mitra walked past the hospital hallway towards the Intensive Care Unit…
Oh! The rain, swashing on your face,
Hold my hand, let’s dance in grace…
It was like a ritual. The phone rang, breaking the eerie silence of the night…
The labourers were starving and sickly. They toiled eighteen hours every day…
First, it was cold indifference. Then, they started to stab and swing vile words…