This is a short essay in which I seek to elicit complete information from a person or an institution that promises to provide some kind of service or facility to a person or an institution that is keen to receive that service.

This fiction is about a nonchalant Casanova, who gives a DAMN to the WORLD. He aspires to be Jim Morrison one day. He is told he needs to pass through a heartbreak to be one like them. During jaunt for his passion, he meets Heer – girl who who stumbles his life forever….Yup no guesses, you hit it right…It’s story of a ROCKSTAR!! Let’s read now……

Minute stories.

Structure of My Country-INDIA.

He gave Michael a packet with all the papers, tickets, and money for their trip to London.

One of them introduced himself as Inspector Ramesh. He informed Michael that everything had been taken care of and they would be taking him to the airport after about three hours.

The officers consulted with each other for some time and then let the programmer go. They advised him not to leave the town without their prior permission.

They were operating there under the blind of a garment export company. Right from the peon to the manager, all were police officers. Even the neighbours never suspected that the garment export company was just a cover.

The master pulled a revolver from his pocket. He adjusted the silencer very quietly. Shabir thought that he was going to give that gun to him but he was stunned when the gun was aimed at him.

They were brought in to the courtyard in the sun. He felt as if a new way of life had been brought to him though the sun-rays. The pleasant warmth of the sun made him bold and he decided to talk to them.