Isha Desai Novels & Stories

Mama Barakah popularly known as Iya owala (With her tribal marks as she hails from Oyo state), an elderly woman of about 56 years of age speaks in a low voice. "Assalam 'Alaikum to everyone here. Wallahi, this is the saddest news I've heard and witnessed so far. It is indeed so painful and so unfortunate that this happened to our Aisha. Everyone here knows Aisha and everyday, I pray for her kind of Iman (faith) and Barakah (blessing)."

I went to the bathroom to take a refreshing shower. I stood in front of the mirror which is in the bathroom. I started brushing my teeth and started thinking about my beautiful life which I do every day. Wait a second! I didn’t give my introduction to you guys. I am Adrita Das. I am nineteen years old. I am going to be 20 tomorrow because it's my birthday. My dream is to become a fashion designer and a model. I am very short, my height is only 5.2 feet. I am not beautiful but cute because I have a mole on the right side of my forehead and I have a dimple on my cheeks. I get only one compliment and that is I am cute.

I couldn't help but smile when I see her interest in our ancestors history, I decided to let my presence known but stopped when I saw Diego creeping in from the other corner. What I saw made my blood boil. The grace and courage with which Daisy handled the whole situation made me realize that she is not a normal woman. She's a person with surviving skilles, she knows how to handle her problems. She isn't a damsel in distress but more like a queen of the jungle herself.

After exiting the lift, Jane suddenly inquired, "Mr. Sala, who was that lady that welcomed you at the elevator entrance just now? She seems familiar!" Sala gazed at her intently, his eyes filled with confusion. Director Hisham followed closely behind and stated, "That's Manager Archana from the Design Department. She is a young and talented individual. She won the International Jewelry Design Award at the age of 21. Do you know her?" Jane smiled faintly, "She was my senior."

Because he had buried the past inside him. Tanisha Das : Daughter of Jyoti and Sanjay Das. A sweet, innocent kind hearted beautiful bengali girl. She is 21 year old. She is doing her graduation. She is dearly loved by her family but her brothers and father love her the most. He give her freedom but they are orthodox in some matters. Mamta Raisingh : mother of Aviraj and Jivika. And wife of Vijay Raisingh. She is sweet women and her only wish is to see her son geeting married.

"Harsh truth, you're not the only one in this race. You can't walk here, you need to run." Before I could reply, he halted in front of a lady, probably in her thirties. A smile spread over her face, seeing Piyush and she hugged him and he hugged her back. Parting, she kissed him on his cheek and I controlled my gag. "Piyush, no long time no see." "Busy with work." He passed her a tight smile. She nodded wearily and settled her gaze on me. Her perfect trimmed eyebrow raised up in question. "Meet one of my assistant, Sanchi. And Sanchi, she's Savita, owner of pisha brand." It was one of the known brands of India for its formal dresses.

"Zora has graciously offered to help support our search for Abner and the drones. To that end, Agent Diha..." "Balakrishnan," a woman's voice said through the speakers. The projector screen flickered and the image of a familiar Indian woman. Her hair hung over her shoulder in a complex braid and her white coat was wrapped tightly around her. "It sounds like it looks. Most people just call me Diha, though." Jamie snapped his fingers. "You're in the lab. I liked your shawl thing." "Yes." Diha nudged her chunky frames up her nose.

Victoria said in her irritated voice “As per her digital footprints, Amara Dewan was born in small town of Punjab city in India. She was raised by her single mother Kasturi Rajput, Amara completed her preliminary education in Punjab, later upon receiving several scholarship she and her mother than moved to Mumbai city where Amara top her college and gained her General Educational Development (GED) certificate also same year she received her ‘Diploma in Interior designing’, Amara was offered several jobs from campus but she choose to work as secretary in COMPCO.inc.

Something like this: Ma, that is Your Beloved and/or Revered Baideu a.k.a Late Mrs Ruplekha Bhattacharya, ex-teacher of Darrang College, co-founder of Our School and tongue-in-cheek journalist, whose acumen for drafting both sides of a story in our dear Assamese language while listening to songs of a Bengali Tagore, is as well-known as her life-style of imposed penury for the greater good of the society, passed away at an immature age of sixty seven on the Sixth of March 2014.