nitesh pandey

Friends , just imagine a situation...There is someone waiting for you in another country/city. You have got the tickets of a plane which flies there. You're at the airport, ready to board the flight. You're very excited about this trip and have been planning for a long time now. You hear the noise in speakers. There is going to be an announcement. They're finally going to start the boarding. But no! The announcement stated that the flight has been cancelled because of maintenance. How can this be for the best? What you/we will normally do....?? You would just sit there, sulking on your condition. Making plans on how to plan another trip so you can finally meet the person waiting for you.  But...this is how some people react......!! When this happened to Sir Richard Branson, he saw an opportunity. He thought this situation was ridiculous. So he went and chartered a private  airplane, which, by the way, he did not have the  money to do. Then...

Friends ,this is the story mailed by Rose Costas.. and I am sharing it with the hope you all will love it. The first time I met my father-in-law, Bill, I had blue hair and had just gotten through a tough divorce.  I had very different political and religious views than he did.  My future husband and I had only been dating a few months, but we had already moved in together.  My husband, afraid that his parents would not approve of me, sent them a stern email about how they should treat me with respect.    Clearly, this was not an ideal situation for meeting anyone.   My Father-in-Law, Bill, Doing Artwork with My Daughter (above in pic) And yet, Bill and I got along from the very start.  He had a quick smile and wit that I recognized in his son.  He gave me a hug next to the airport luggage carousel, blue hair and all.  Despite our differences, we had a very great relationship, one that would expand and grow as I got to kno...

Friends, this one is interesting ,I read it somewhere and I am sharing it with you...! "Why do lights flicker whenever you enter my house?", she asked the rustic milk-man, while staring the flickering small dusty bulbs of the quaint chandelier hanging from the roof. "Er...Madamji, this house is almost a century old, dark and pale - some faults are bound to happen; I was a watchman here for a decade before I had to go beyond this job. Some faults are..." "What do you mean? Why did you leave the job?" "For ten years, I stood at the gate and never entered this...cursed house, no one else also dared but one day I heard screams of young girls and boys from inside, I rushed in to find their blood smeared bodies...I...I left the next day; now our elders say that this house has became a magnet for roaming violent spirits...but don't be alarmed...you are safe here." She looked into his dead eyes and turned away from him - walking ba...