"You have a letter from home," My friend handed over a damped letter and left to take a hot bath. I opened the letter. It was from my parents. They love me as the moonlight night. It is raining outside and a slow breeze is entering the windows.
I opened the letter and read, " We can give you love by heart with the help of which we can survive.
This is a real story. My friend said "Why are you adding opinion in my mortal life? Whatever it may be, he was my husband. Do you remember the days when he sat in a hunger strike for seven days to marry me? Is it not he that promised in front of you to love and keep me as his queen."
"What are you going to do next?" I asked in a quiet voice. "If you agree, you can go to my parent's home. You can pass the days there easily. You can hold a small business there.
Published in opednews.com: Every thing is invisible due to dark. I could see no light in people's houses. I opened the letter and read, I am really happy to see the day to day growing relationship between my friends, my family and me. "Valentine's Day to you. I have a repeated opinion on you. ' I started to write reply letter in this way .
Many widow women are living a miserable life, are not educated, do not have access to health facilities and free education. Widow women cannot forget how giving women political power does not mean improvement overall in women's political, economic or social status.
My friend, who lost her husband recently said "My husband loves me so much. I love him too, so passionately as though life itself comes with it. Since our marriage we didn't even have time to talk fully. He should have stayed at home to farm.
My writing is committed to renovate old values and construct new ones in accordance with the changing times. I like to present new things as time dictates and demands. To achieve my goal, I have developed my philosophy in writing through which I go and explore, and hopefully, offer some meaning and relevance.
Published in http://www.capemaycountyherald.com/ One of my friends, Rita (name changed) from Middle Township had a degree in music and dance. She died recently at her home. Rita was old and sick. She tried to make her life known. She told me that she would love to go out for lunch or dinner and to travel the world, especially Italy. She told me that she would sing songs, have a boyfriend, date. She would like to visit her old school in Pennsylvania. Her death was sad, especially for me. I felt particularly heartbroken. I cried when she died. I remember when I first started coming to see her, I was serious at her childish ways. She was undoubtedly an expert in making jokes and enjoyed talking.
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