After Mom died people tried to tell us she was coming back as a ghost to haunt us. Whatever they did, or said, was for their own benefit...

It was a very bad bad, sad, rainy night that turned into a nightmare. Rain, that is so necessary for life, created unforgettable turbulence in my life...

The boy in the magazine with the begging bowl didn’t become an unmarked grave labeled “orphan.” We do not raise orphans; we raise sons and daughters...

I write songs, it's my worship, that's why I always feel they are very good...

“I have a story.Would I tell my story?I love to tell my story; it inspires me so much.” Raghav I...