Anita Nair Quotes

He was too smitten by his second wife and the sons she produced easily and regularly at eighteen-month intervals to bother too much about a daughter.

Love is a colorless,volatile Liquid.Love ignites n burns.Love Leaves no residue neither smoke nor ash.Love is a poison masquerading as spirit of Wine

Perhaps because technology so dominates our existence, more and more it seems that the young reader is captivated by fantasy.

Every night there is something to ruminate on. The vagrant mind knows no boundaries. It leaps